Lyrics Your Place - LSE

I think it's time to call your landlord
Just tell him that you're moving out
Yeah, you're tired of his stupid rules anyway

I think it's time to pack some boxes
We'll load them up into my car
We'll leave your mattress by the road and drive away

To my place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway
Our little sweet escape
My place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway from
What in the world do we call this world anyway

I think it's time to, to call it all off
We know it wasn't working out
Yeah, I'm tired of your shitty car anyway
I think it's time, see, we're oh so different
You're always blabbing about tomorrow
But I want the moment so let's go our separate ways

To my place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway
Our little sweet escape
My place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway from
What in the world do we call this world anyway

Move in (get out)
You'll think I'm crazy but
Move in (get out)
I think we need our own space
Move in (get out)
You'll think I'm crazy but
I think we need our own place

My place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway
My place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway
Our little sweet escape
My place (my place)
Your place (your place)
Our little hideaway from
What in the world do we call this world anyway