Emmy Adelle - Over Lyrics

And I hate to admit
I'm scared of falling in love
You say I'm in my head too much
Hate to admit
I got my music taste from you
Tito's on your nightstand
Bad tattoos

So leave the music low
Our friends will never know
Turn off the car headlights
Lie to me tell me I'm the only one in your life
Club Liv you were passed out back
And I ain't coming back

Take me back to the thrifted jeans
Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees
It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me
Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week
Put your hand on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
But you're looking straight through me

And I hate to admit
Yeah I miss your midnight texts
Hands around my neck
Now you're onto the next
Thought you're done getting high
Now you're asking for more
Know it's getting bad
Say you got it under control
You only call when you're wasted (you up?)
I can't be the one who takes it

Was it just a night time thing?
Was I only in love with a night time fling?
Thought we were staying home for the night
My name is four letters but you're texting five

So leave the music low
Our friends will never know
Turn off the car headlights
Lie to me tell me I'm the only one in your life
Club Liv you were passed out back
And I ain't coming back

Thrifted jeans
Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees
It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me
Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week
Put your hand on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
But you're looking straight through me

Thrifted jeans
Marlboro Reds and the Off White tees
It's been three months and you're doing just fine without me
Now I'm home from Paris Fashion Week
Put your hand on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
But you're looking straight through me