[Intro]
I-I can't do it
I can't write a love song!
Fuck it, look-

[Chorus]
Baby when we're making love
It feels like when I'm standing on the street lamps outside
On Bruce Drive
Spotlight in the suburb
Weight checks subs and other
Weird ass ways to say
That you feel like home

[Bridge]
Am I in love, or am i in denial
Bro brought with it, Crocodile
Tears cry too many times

[Verse 1]
To the cinnamon apple of my mind
Come with me to Technicolor times
When the Neighbors are tapping
And words come to snapping
To me and you we'll be fine
Plug in your headphones and air pods for this
Let the bar staff take us away
Watch as the bus stop takes us to rainbow road
Oh we know the turns by heart
So lets drift away
See i know its all been said before
Its a bore
All we want is more greed and war on the twitter feed
Hooray
You make the cliches okay to say off the go
In the tone of free of myself
When I watch you smile it refills my health
Wish I could capture it all;
You think Kodak, i think Pokeball
[Chorus]
Baby when we're making love
It feels like when I'm standing on the street lamps outside
On Bruce Drive
Spotlight in the suburb
Weight checks subs and other
Weird ass ways to say
That you feel like home

[Bridge]
Am I in love, or am i in denial
Bro brought with it, Crocodile
Tears cry too many times