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Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Nisenboim
Julian Nisenboim
Songwriter
Noah Cohen
Noah Cohen
Songwriter

Lyrics

And you'd lay there in bed, and I'd think you a queen
As you sat there watching, our old TV
If you asked me a reason, I wouldn't know why
I hate goodbyes
You left me on read
Now i'm stuck in my bed
Losing some sleep
As you fall out my head
And the mold your pillow
I try to keep warm
You don't reply
Your phone is still on
In the summer, this song sings itself
Reminiscing 'bout the days my toothbrush sat on your shelf
And you would ask me, darling, what I thought about yourself
I remember thinking, how did I find one like you
Remember feeling, like someone had laid a tattoo
And it was fading, as I watched you pass through
And you'd lay there in bed and I'd think you a queen
As you sat there watching, our old TV
If you asked me a reason, I wouldn't know why
I hate goodbyes
You left me on read
Now i'm stuck in my bed
Losing some sleep
As you fall out my head
And the mold your pillow
I try to keep warm
You don't reply
Your phone is still on
In the summer, this song sings itself
Used to love when you would come to me and ask for my help
The jar was too tight, or too high on the shelf
I remember thinking, how did I find one like you
Remember feeling, like I was stuck in deja vu
And it was fading as I watched you pass through
And you'd lay there in bed and I'd think you a queen
As you sat there watching, our old TV
If you asked me a reason, I wouldn't know why
I hate goodbyes
You left me on read
Now i'm stuck in my bed
Losing some sleep
As you fall out my head
And the mold your pillow
I try to keep warm
You don't reply
Your phone is still on
You left me on read
Now i'm stuck in my bed
Losing some sleep
As you fall out my head
And the mold your pillow
I try to keep warm
You don't reply
Your phone is still on
Written by: Julian Nisenboim, Noah Cohen
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