A B7
Daydreaming wandering eyes
Bm7 D
Anticipation and raspberry skies
A B7
Hushed voices glistening lakes
Bm7 D
Bombs dropped like raindrops and naive mistakes
(the song goes on in that pattern A, B7, Bm7, D)
Cool mornings and rowdy bus rides
Creaking cracked pavement and rusty brown pipes
Short sessions and long sleepless nights
A small shaken body with a wandering mind
Mixed signals like a traffic light
No one knows who's wrong or right
She must feel like cinnamon
And I must feel like rain
She must feel like pastel pinks
And I must feel like pain
All the constellations in the sky
And you could only pick one
All of the lies regrets surprise
And it all comes undone
Peach lipgloss bad chocolate cake
Hiding behind crowds with tears on my face
Cold furnace running outside
Avoiding my feelings and kids with blue eyes
Walks home and final goodbyes
Chain link fences and horsey rides
Confusion and watering eyes
Cold realization in the middle of the night
Mixed signals and my stomachs tight
Nobody knows who's wrong or right
She must feel like cinnamon
And I must feel like rain
She must feel like pastel pinks
And I must feel like pain
All the constellations in the sky
And you could only pick one
All of the lies regrets surprise
And it all comes undone
She must feel like apple pie
Honeydew and chives
She must feel like a supernova
Glittering with life
All the constellations i the sky but you only picked one
The lies regrets surprise all comes undone
The lies regrets surprise all comes undone
credits