Gum V6.4

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair I feel like I did when my mom got scared That the gum wouldn't come out Had to shave my head down to the scalp Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth (Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum) Bad timing, I'm falling in love while we're driving Hope you leave your phone on the dashboard (Dashboard) You'll be back for it, I pray that you never find it Holding hands on the highway, I got everything that I wanted But I needed you more than you asked for And I don't know when I need to be quiet (Quiet, quiet, quiet) 2 A.M. in Santa Cruz Spilling how I feel for you Always say too much, too soon I bit off more than I could chew I feel like a kid with gum in my hair I feel like I did when my mom got scared That the gum wouldn't come out Had to shave my head down to the scalp Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth I think I regret all the time we shared I wish that we had met when my head was all there Would've never let you down Kept my guts from spilling on your couch Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth (Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum) So sticky sitting in my skin (My skin) I'm so pretty when I crawl back into the body that I left You don't know how bad it gets, I keep crying during sex Been a week since I've responded To a "Text me back, that's all I ask" Is it that bad to think that this time we could last? I feel like a kid with gum in my hair I feel like I did when my mom got scared That the gum wouldn't come out Had to shave my head down to the scalp Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth I think I regret all the time we shared I wish that we had met when my head was all there Would've never let you down Kept my guts from spilling on your couch Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth Pi-pi-picking myself apart, are the memories real? None of the scabs on my head will heal None of the scabs on my head will heal Picking myself apart, are the memories real? Picking myself apart, are the memories real? None of the scabs on my head will heal None of the scabs on my head will heal Picking myself apart, are the memories real? Picking myself apart, are the memories real? None of the scabs on my head will heal None of the scabs on my head will heal Picking myself apart, are the memories real? (Again, again, again, again) One too many times, leave me where i lie Wake me up when the sun goes down (Again, again, again, again) I could feel alright breathing in this light Hard to sleep when you're not around