Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Spurling Kitschke
Songwriter
Testi
I didn't think that love
Was s'posed to be this hard
I didn't think that finding someone who's interested in me
Would be like murder in the dark
My life is a movie, and I swear to God
Can we just cut to the good part
Where I'm lyin' on the grass
With you under my arm
I'm getting kinda sick of all this formal informality
When all I wanna do is go back to that time we had in February
And all that I do is watch the news and forget to get the groceries
Thinkin' about what I could've been if it weren't for suburban malady
And I didn't think that trust (Trust)
Would be something I'd have to deal with
When I'm talkin' about my crush
Who do you think you are?
My life is a movie in a cinema
I don't I'd wanna take ya
Weigh up all my cost
I'd see why you'd wanna hide
I'm getting kinda sick of all this formal informality
When all I wanna do is go back to that time we had in February
And all that I do is watch the news and forget to get the groceries
Thinkin' about what I could've been if it weren't for suburban malady
And I know who I am
And I know who I'm not
I was raised in the suburbs
Not far from where my parents grew up
If I had an ice-block melting in the sun
Would you take it if I gave you some?
Now I'm under a disco ball by night
And my eyes are wide
I'm getting kinda sick of all these formal informalities
When all I wanna do is go back to that time we had in February
And all that I do is watch the news and forget to get the groceries
Thinkin' about what I could've been if it weren't for this suburban malady
Writer(s): Joseph Kitschke
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