Testo In The Morning

Butterflies and heavy breathing,
I need something so I don’t feel this anymore.
Walking home just overthinking,
You don’t mean this but maybe I need you after all.

And I find it hard to tell you when I’m sober,
Cause you don’t show me how you’re feeling anymore,
Days just turn to weeks can you come over, And we’ll bitch about your friends on my kitchen floor.

So call me up and tell me,
That you’re still drunk in town.
Read me like I’m paperwork,
Say you’re coming round.
And we’ll get lost in New York,
Hiding in the crowds,
Until I find you again.
But I know you’ll be gone in the morning.

Nicotine and empty bottles,
You find your way into my dreams every night,
I find the way to say I’m sorry,
But I don’t know what I’m sorry for this time.
And I find it hard to tell you when I’m sober,
Cause you don’t show me how you’re feeling anymore,
Days just turn to weeks can you come over,
And we’ll bitch about your friends on my kitchen floor.

So call me up and tell me,
That you’re still drunk in town.
Read me like I’m paperwork,
Say you’re coming round.
And we’ll get lost in New York,
Hiding in the crowds,
Until I find you again.
But I know you’ll be gone in the morning.

You’ll be gone in the morning
You’ll be gone in the morning
You’ll be gone in the morning

So call me up and tell me,
That you’re still drunk in town.
Read me like I’m paperwork,
Say you’re coming round.
And we’ll get lost in New York,
Hiding in the crowds,
Until I find you again.
But I know you’ll be gone in the morning.