Lyrics: Julie Gaeta
Music: Julie Gaeta
Producer: Puku/fin peach/Murda Beatz
Foldin' your clothes
And breathing you in
Biting my tongue
Letting you win once again
I'd say it's hard to be your girl
And you'd say it's easy to love me
I feel complacent in your world
While you're on the highway to Long Beach
I'm running full speed on the tarmac of the airport
Where you told me that you couldn't make me part of your plans
Lead me on, let me go
I won't say I told you so
Lost me in your point of view
Everything we didn't do
Everything I should've said
Always said it'd never end
Never needed me at all
Left me in the terminal
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Cards on the floor
And bags in your hands
Your plane wrote novels in the sky
I guess I'll call you when it lands
I'd say it's hard to be your girl
And you'd say it's easy to love me
I feel complacent in your world
While you're on the highway to Long Beach
I'm running full speed on the tarmac of the airport
Where you told me that you couldn't make me part of your plans
Lead me on, let me go
I won't say I told you so
Lost me in your point of view
Everything we didn't do
Everything I should've said
Always said it'd never end
Never needed me at all
Left me in the terminal
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
Vocals: Lamb