Songtext von Preston

The sky is grey, I'm so cliche And we can't go outside today You looked it up, the air quality And my constant state of apology Garden tips, Eames era lamps Growing pains and you've got cramps We'll act like we had plans to leave But stay inside, secret relief A quiet life, mild self control Hardly aware we're getting old Call me from another room and I'll come crawling back to you A big fight in the lounge About a topic we know nothing about I'll get you snacks, I'll take a walk And think about all the things we bought You're encouraging, I'm drinking less Kombucha week, my life's a mess But I love, I love you (I love you, I love you) A quiet life, mild self control Hardly aware we're getting old Call me from another room and I'll come crawling back to you I'll come crawling back to