Lyrics: Noelle Denton/Devon Corey
Music: Noelle Denton/Devon Corey
Dead cold to your touch
Can’t love you enough
you come back every time
When I’m all stitched up
I’m thinking too much
I wanna be dumb
I’m not tryna be the one
Maybe just a little crush
meet me at our spot
Little lines we like to cross
Come Closer, Don’t Touch Me
Screaming at the very top
Roller coaster stomach drop
We’re so over …I’m blushing
Push. Pull.
Digging holes
Cherry picking hand fulls
Corner piece slices, please
the middle part
Is too messy
Silly one
You’re too dumb
To ever think that you’d be the one
Think too much
to have fun
Got a little too close to the sun
Pretty by myself
Better than with someone else
we’re so over
We’re so nothing
dont mean to freak out
can’t keep up my voice down
nothings even happened yet
am I making any sense
thought we’d be different
minus the distance
feeling extra far away
somebody should take my place
someone with who plays nice
who sits still
who ur mom likes
we’re so over
I’m so alright