‎gum v6.4

[Intro]

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair

I feel like I did when my mom got scared

That the gum wouldn't come out

Had to shave my head down to the scalp

Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth

(Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum)

[Verse 1]

Bad timing, I'm falling in love while we're driving

Hope you leave your phone on the dashboard (Dashboard)

You'll be back for it, I pray that you never find it

Holding hands on the highway, I got everything that I wanted

But I needed you more than you asked for

And I don't know when I need to be quiet (Quiet, quiet, quiet)

[Pre-Chorus]

2 A.M. in Santa Cruz

Spilling how I feel for you

Always say too much, too soon

I bit off more than I could chew

[Chorus]

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair

I feel like I did when my mom got scared

That the gum wouldn't comе out

Had to shave my head down to the scalp

Should lеarn to keep my shit in my mouth

I think I regret all the time we shared

I wish that we had met when my head was all there

Would've never let you down

Kept my guts from spilling on your couch

Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth

(Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum)

[Verse 2]

So sticky sitting in my skin (My skin)

I'm so pretty when I crawl back into the body that I left

You don't know how bad it gets, I keep crying during sex

Been a week since I've responded

To a "Text me back, that's all I ask"

Is it that bad to think that this time we could last?

[Chorus]

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair

I feel like I did when my mom got scared

That the gum wouldn't come out

Had to shave my head down to the scalp

Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth

I think I regret all the time we shared

I wish that we had met when my head was all there

Would've never let you down

Kept my guts from spilling on your couch

Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth

[Post-Chorus]

Pi-pi-picking myself apart, are the memories real?

None of the scabs on my head will heal

None of the scabs on my head will heal

Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

None of the scabs on my head will heal

None of the scabs on my head will heal

Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

None of the scabs on my head will heal

None of the scabs on my head will heal

Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

[Outro]

(Again, again, again, again)

One too many times, leave me where I lie

Wake me up when the sun goes down

(Again, again, again, again)

I could feel alright breathing in this light

Hard to sleep when you're not around