Текст песни Nineteen - RILEY THE MUSICIAN

(Let him go)
(Let him go)

So even if I cross your mind, you′re still taking off your clothes
Your Netflix pass is too long, you should watch some better shows
While you're working too hard, I have reached a different low
I′ve listened what you gotta say, you have gotta let him go

Cus maybe on Thursday, we can drive Thirty
Drew on my shirts, and mixed up my words, 'cus
Maybe your face don't look like it used to
Lately my life don′t feel like it used to
You have kept secrets, hard to find clues to
Broken these strings, that I have kept tuned to
Write you these things you′re not in the mood to
Listen at night, quite like we had used to

And I was
Nineteen, for a couple hundred of years
Fight me, I can see the fight in your tears
Nineteen, I was nineteen
I was nineteen

Get it all back
How boutcha get it all back?
Boutcha get it all back?
How boutcha get it all back?
Get it all back
12 3, gotta

Get it all back
How boutcha get it all back?
Boutcha get it all back?
How boutcha get it all back?
Get it all back

Get it all back
My living rooms on fire
My TV sets on fire
A thunder-stricken fire
So tell me your worst desires
My living rooms on fire
My TV sets on fire
A thunder-stricken fire
So tell me your worst desires

Nineteen, for a couple hundred of years
Fight me, I can see the fight in your tears
Nineteen, I was nineteen
I was nineteen

Nineteen, for a couple hundred of years
Fight me, I can see the fight in your tears
Nineteen, I was nineteen
I was
Get it all back, yeah