Back Seat Dreams

Young Bula baby

Still think about you

Still dream in pink and black

She said she loved me through the static

But vanished when the light got low

I kept my heart in cinematic

Now she just watches from the row

Told her don't leave, she smiled and spun

Lipstick on glass and she was done

Now I dance slow with no one

Still hear her laugh when the night comes

In these backseat dreams

You still touch me like you mean it

But I wake up cold and bleeding

Caught between love and leaving

In these backseat dreams

You wear red just like a warning

And I fall for you each morning

Even though you never call me

You move like you were born on vinyl

Spin around and break the room

You knew I wasn't built for rivals

But still you lit the fuse too soon

I write songs but they don't fix

What you did with one last kiss

Every line just hits and hits

You the drug I can't dismiss

I said I'd change but you wanted space

You said forever but showed no grace

Now I'm in clubs I can't escape

Where every baseline feel like fate

Mmm

In these backseat dreams

You still touch me like you mean it

But I wake up cold and bleeding

Caught between love and leaving

In these backseat dreams

You wear red just like a warning

And I fall for you each morning

Even though you never call me

Still feel you

Still fall through

Young Bula, baby