Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Christopher
Songwriter
Texty
The words fall out of your mouth
You can't take them back now
But when we go out
Sometimes it feels alright
The cinnamon mint on your lip
Reminds me of Boston
When the autumn hits
You put out smoke in the room
You sleep in the sun
Everything that's happening now
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth
I could try to explain
But that just don't work
The words fell out of my mouth
Can't take em back now
So when we go out
I'll ask if you feel alright
And the cinnamon mint on your lip
Reminds me of Boston
When the autumn hits
You put out smoke in the room
You sleep in the sun
Everything that's happening now
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth
I could try to explain
But that just don't work
The weight of your eyes
Heavy on my mind
Still, some nights
The fear of losing time
But really I felt fine
Barely noticed the spider bite
Written by: Conor Christopher
