Lyrics: Ingrid Andress/Jp Saxe/Ryan Marrone
Music: Ingrid Andress/Jp Saxe/Ryan Marrone
You'll feel like quittin' on a job and takin' off to anywhere
Fifth grade the first time I dyed my hair
A cologne-scented breath of fresh air
You'll feel like lazy afternoon sippin' Veuve at two o'clock
I've gotten used to wine out of the box
The weight that you pass through a couple stops
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
Maybe they're unfair comparisons
But it's just so hard not to do
You've got me getting used to
Keeping my eyes off the rearview
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
You
A lot like runnin' to you
You
You feel like packin' up the car and movin' to a different state
Hats in the air on graduation day
A welcome in necessary change in pace
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
Maybe they're unfair comparisons
But it's just so hard not to do
You've got me getting used to
Keeping my eyes off the rearview
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
You
A lot like runnin' to you
You
I spent too long waiting on somebody else to be
The way you hold me naturally
I spent too long waiting on somebody else to be
The way you love me naturally
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
Maybe they're unfair comparisons
But it's just so hard not to do
You've got me getting used to
Keeping my eyes off the rearview
Maybe there's a past I'm runnin' from
But it feels a lot like runnin' to you
You
A lot like runnin' to you
You