Songtexte Will - Quinn Cicala

You're always breaking shit when I'm looking the other way
It's already tomorrow but it feels like yesterday
I don't wanna go back to bed even though I should
Down the street it's caddy corner to her old place
I'm sad it's over but I really need a break I've
Smiled at you like six times today but it's all good

If I go home it's real
Don't cry, I'll deal
But if it was up to me, you know I would

I like driving all the time and all this week it's like
I've never felt more alive in a parking lot
I don't need to feel everything I did
I'll wear a hearing aid and you'll get glasses for your eyes
The sun's coming down and the floor's gonna cave in right under my legs
You'll be feeling it tomorrow

But now I'm glad to be
By spring, you'll see
That when it's up to me
You know I will

If I go home, it's real
Don't cry, I'll deal
I'll fix the van, I'm free
Pick you up, come three

Drive to another state and never leave