Texas

You want the type the way you make me feel (the way, the way, the way you) Long nights in Texas You'll never read what I sent your address Attached a Polaroid of me in September You're skipping breakfast again Lashing out at all of my friends Long nights in JC Thought I'd jump if you made me Kicked out at 16, take trains Thought my brain might kill me Couch-bed my pillows keep Slipping out from under my head What can I do to find out If I ever meant something to you? I fall out of the wrong side of the bed Was it something I said? I'm just talking to you from inside of my head You want you want you want you want You want you want you want you want The type the type the type The type the type the type The type the way The way the way You make me feel, you make me You want you want you want you want You want you want you want you want The type the type the type The type the type the type The type the type the way You want the type the way you make me feel You want you want you want you want You want you want you want you want The type the type the type The type the type the type The type the way The way the way You make me feel, you make me You want you want you want you want You want you want you want you want The type the type the type The type the type the type The type the type the way The way the way You make me feel, you make me Long flight to Paris Next train to London If I shut my eyes tight enough Would it all Just be so simple Hollow point in my mental Glitch inside of my system Just floating around, around, around You want the way that I feel It's in the back of my mind I want it all of the time I want it all of the time I'm tasting blood in my mouth I'm seeing ghosts in my house I'm stuck but I got it down I'm stuck but I got it down And I found a way to make it real You'll never take it back from me I found a way to make it real You'll never take it back from me Make it real Take it back Make it real Just a second of bliss Is all I ever need I hit the wall with my fist Until it starts to bleed It's not a total eclipse But it all looks dark to me Memory of us as kids Not who I wanted us to be But I want it Ah, ah, I want it, ah I want it, ah, ah, I want it Ah, I want it, ah, ah I want it Ah, ah, I want it