Young Fiction - New England

I guess it's been a minute since we spoke
I always compliment you through the phone
We never really ever get there though
I always compliment you through the phone
And I can't help but truly think it's lust
The way we met, yeah, the two of us
And I can't help but truly think it's lust
These late night talks, yeah, they feel so rushed

Can I call
For a little bit
I'm out by myself and you're drinking again
We're both lonely
And I know
You miss your family
But do you miss me
In New England
In the northeast

Admire your body from miles away
I'm always checking, never let it be
But you don't want a thing to do with me
Unless you are alone, got nobody
And it's like we talk like once a month
Got on plans for the two of us
So you hit me up like, where you at
There's no love, and baby, that's just facts

Can I call
For a little bit
I'm out by myself and you're drinking again
We're both lonely
And I know
You miss your family
But do you miss me
In New England
In the northeast

So I've got to ask
What are we
Are we just friends
Don't babe me
Got me on my
Hands and knees
For a picture of you
Above your knees
So I've got to ask
What are we
Are we just friends
Don't babe me
Got me on my
Hands and knees
For a picture of you
Above your knees

Written by:
Dylan Samaniego

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