Your Voice / Bethel, NY

I was starstruck, across from the starbucks

Sit on the curb, got some new chucks

But I still don't got a check

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grindin' gears until the end (grandma went to woodstock)

I'm rollin' backwood in the back of the whip now

I'm drivin' and swervin' now (save your tears for us in seven years)

(You're mine, all mine)

At least now I know what I been feelin' (you're mine, all mine)

Girl I ain't mad at this, none of it is real

(Grandma went to woodstock)

There's no need to reinvent the wheel (no, oh, oh)

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

Your voice plays in my head

When I'm in bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grinding gears until the end

Grandma went to woodstock

Grandma went to woodstock

Grandma went to woodstock

Grandma went to woodstock

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grindin' gears until the end (grandma went to woodstock)

Oh, ooh-woah, oh, ooh-woah (grandma went to woodstock)

[?] (Grandma went to woodstock)

Need me a [?]

She's in a relationship

Don't be a [?] by the fence

[?] Friends

Baby, I love you, goodbye (bye)

I thought we run out in paradise

It's sad at the end, I'm surprised (surprised)

I swear lala land, always makes me cry

Rosé, a bucket of ice

Then I put one up to the rest of our lives

I'm alone on my sunset

Havin' way too much fun for me to go home

It's the kite by the trumpet

I look at the funeral though, on my phone

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

There was a boy in the city

There was a girl, she was pretty alone

The playground [?] got dizzy

But then the girl got so busy that she cut him off by mistake

He had to walk through the pain

He went missing

Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' on [?] all over again

But girl, you'll always be more than a friend