I feel like keeping you up tonight I got a craving to be next to you If you got the appetite Come drink me under the table like we're twenty-two
But don't just stand there: take me to the ocean Got a washed up dream I pretend that I'm devoted to If I come clean, you're the only thing I'm focused on My routine; just emotional oblivion
Yeah, you don't gotta dress up tonight 'Cause I'll be a match, but I'll still get to you You tell your friends that I'm not your type I guеss that depends on if you've had a fеw
But don't just stand there: take me to the ocean Got a washed up dream I pretend that I'm devoted to If I come clean, you're the only thing I'm focused on My routine; just emotional oblivion
But don't just stand there: take me to the ocean Got a washed up dream I pretend that I'm devoted to If I come clean, you're the only thing I'm focused on My routine; just emotional oblivi—
My routine; just emotional oblivi— (Stand—) (The ocean got—) (Dream—) (Devoted to) (Clean—) (I'm focused on) My routine; just emotional oblivion
I thought it would cure me Right now, we don't talk When you get to your thirties And you can't shake it off It's like you see through me I wish I was wrong Hold on to your trophy It's only a song
I thought it would cure me I thought it would cure me I thought it would cure me But I guess I wrong
