Letras
Fallin
I'm missing
The pictures on her wall
My kind
Of woman
She plays me her guitar
Heard you run away from shit
Well guess you should've biked it
And Be my channel orange and I could come and be your pilot
Just wait a while
It can't be personal
As soon as summers gone
Her six speed driving off
I'm fishtailing
You can't catch me when I'm out here
Biking
The sun is beaming I can see it
Flashing off her
Eye lids
Just wait a while
It can't be personal
As soon as summers gone
Her six speed driving off