كلمات Backseat

Are you bored, are you happy I’ve put off the calls for weeks, for months And they pulled up like a robbery, hey A trip in the golden hour I think you know where we’re going The summer’s in bloom love You oughta see it go I know it stress you out though You picked the shirt that I'm wearing, now time will tear it Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings I let it happen I dangle my feet off the steep end I watch the group swim the river out And I felt some type of way And I’ll drag my body up the stairs, up the loft Therе’s a lot of people therе that I love Laughing at the cues when I'm not I miss your wit awful much The summer’s in bloom love You oughta see it go I know it stress you out though You picked the shirt that I'm wearing, now time will tear it Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings I let it happen I dangle my feet off the steep end I watch the group swim the river out And I felt some type of way