I hate

That you never come over to dance

Except when I’m drunk

Except when I’m drunk

And I hate how

That I had to wait just a couple days

For you to notice me

(To notice me)

But I love how

When you hit my phone

It feels just like last summer

Just me on own

And I love how

I talk to you

When you talk to me

And there you

Just driving me crazy

Why can’t you be honest with me?

You feel just like home

Even when it hurts

And I’d rather ache with you

Than feel something first

And I’d rather let it go

And there’s no place like home

Is this new place my home?

And I’m drunk

I hate.. that you never come over to dance. Except when I’m drunk.

Except when I’m drunk.