Lyrics

Small talks, name drops Act like you're famous Ripped jeans, cheap beer Like I don't pay rent here Livin' in the moment, Is cool 'til you're broke, man Over and over, look I'm getting older Oooo Feel like I'm going nowhere My wheels spinning in the grass We live on endless summer Twenty, and we'll never crash This feels like a wasted evening Stuck with strangers getting drunk We sound like broken records Talk a whole lot but we don't say much (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much) (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much) Sneakers, pink hair Late nights in lawn chairs Side jobs and big dreams Dirty guitar strings Laughing but anxious I swear that we'll make it So cry on my shoulder It's hard getting older Oooo Feel like I'm going nowhere My wheels spinning in the grass We live on endless summer 20, and we'll never crash This feels like a wasted evening Stuck with strangers getting drunk We sound like broken records Talk a whole lot but we don't say much (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much) (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much) (...) Feel like I'm going nowhere My wheels spinning in the grass We live on endless summer 20, and we'll never crash This feels like a wasted evening Stuck with strangers getting drunk We sound like broken records Talk a whole lot but we don't say much (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much) (But we don't say much) (Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
Writer(s): Rand Walter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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