Flies and Mints

She smells like butterflies and peppermints Hair like the leaves blowing in the wind She likes to run and she runs rather fast And you're better off trying not too hard to catch As she goes on She goes on and on and on and on She captures perfectly in picture frames Hiking hella trails inside her lavish brain Every compliment said underneath her breath And every time I hear it, god, it leaves me breathless Parallel, tryna play the part Of the one who leads the way and the one who parks And the lover of the love who's standing at the door Unsure of if this love is like the love from before Please don't call it love because I'll run And I won't ever be coming back Don't call it love even if it was Running, running, on and on She's-a running, yeah, she's running 'till the sun is gone She's gone-a running, running, running, running On and on and on Keep her close and keep her warm Looking out the window of your lonely dorm Covered in a cardigan and calling it love When really she would rather go and call it nothing Don't call it nothing like Don't call it nothing like Please don't call it love because I'll run And I won't ever be coming back Don't call it love even if it was Even if it was Please don't call it love because I'll run And I won't ever be coming back Don't call it love even if it was Please don't call it love because I'll run And I won't ever be coming back Don't call it love even if it was Please don't call it love because I'll run And I won't ever be coming back Don't call it love even if it was Even if it was