737

seven

thirty

seven

seven

thirty

seven

seven

thirty

seven

seven

thirty

seven

it’s 7:37 hopping on the jet

you say that you missed me so much but you haven’t seen me yet

and i’m trying not to make it seem like i’m already spent

but it’s seven in the morning and i haven’t woke up yet

dancing in the window next to me you’re soaring high

and ill break another sweat because u haven’t told me why

but i know that something’s coming i can see it in your face

then the call says bad connection and

the moment is erased

i’m just dying to see

why the fuck we’re meant to be

every time you get ahold of me

rip my airlock out fuck the pressure suffocate me

i just wanna be

next to you in ecstasy

but every time you get close to me

feel the slip knot wrap around my

neck and then i can’t breathe

11:37 and we’re on the bus

little tipsy from the pregame

gonna act delirious

and i hope that you don’t mind that i

might wanna make a friend

always say the more the merrier

the party never ends

kick drum got me moving

can u feel it in my chest

it’s the pulse next to my heartbeat

go on touch it make a mess

u just gotta reach out to me

cuz i can’t communicate

and i fumble every subtle thing

you’re throwing in my face

can we be friends

when the song ends

i’ll make amends

do whatever you need

will you be sure

when i’m not your whore

that our love is pure

something safe to breathe

i’m just dying to see

why the fuck we’re meant to be

every time you get ahold of me

rip my airlock out fuck the pressure suffocate me

i just wanna be

next to you in ecstasy

but every time you get close to me

feel the slip knot wrap around my

neck and then i can’t breathe