Текст песни Hawthorne - Alex Banin

Used to hit it like a high note
Baby where would this thing go
If I packed my bags for the city
And I left this place tomorrow?

Got nothing to do right now
Every excuse about
Some inside joke I pretend not to know
But I got you figured out

Stay up all night
Walk in your Off Whites
Mile in your shoes just to prove
That we alright
Alright
Alright

He said, "I don't really care"
Yeah body languages speak
Guess that our love's insincere
But its all that I need
And you'd be feeding my fears
Being honest with me

With me