Lyrics: Logan Prescott Miller
Music: Logan Prescott Miller
Baby, it’s you
Who had me crying in the back of your Honda last June
Every time I think about it I could swear I might die
A shiver looking back, just a thorn in my side,
Can you tell me why?
Baby, it’s you whose running round in my head, head
And it’s true lately,
Memories float around in my bed, bed
If you’re ever regretting leaving me,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online
But baby, it’s you
Who codified my sabbatical
Maybe it’s you who made me kind of super radical,
Maybe I’d lie just to get you on the phone, just to tell you I’m fine,
Can you tell me why?
Baby, it’s you whose running round in my head, head
And it’s true lately,
Memories float around in my bed, bed
If you’re ever regretting leaving me,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online
Baby, it’s you whose running round in my head, head
And it’s true lately,
Memories float around in my bed, bed
If you’re ever regretting leaving me,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online,
You can catch me when I’m online, online
You can catch me when I’m online