Lyrics: Sean Pitaro
Music: Sean Pitaro/Doug Suh
We wake up on a Tuesday afternoon
Your window's open
We wasted a couple nights in a row
And now we're broken
Couple missed calls from your mother
More missed calls from my father
We'll catch up with him later
But for now we're golden
There's not much left to decide
You're the best thing from my psyche
You look left and to my right
If you see my face
Would you build me up or break me down
You take shots when I'm not around
I hope that we make it this time
But if we don't what's there to worry about
My body waiting for your soul
In the backyard, in the backyard
Yeah, yeah
I'll take you where you wanna go
Grab my passport, get my passport
Waiting for you, can't stop waiting for you
And I'm so close to breaking through
Won't stop waiting, waiting for you
I pass out on your couch every Monday night
And we both know
Things like that only happen a couple of times
As long as we know
Yeah, couple of texts from my therapist
I haven't been going and now she's pissed
Cause I'd rather talk to you even if
We fight, we fight
There's not much left to decide
You're the best things from my psyche
You look left and to my right
If you see my face
Would you build me up or break me down
You take shots when I'm not around
I hope that we make it this time
But if we don't what's there to worry about
My body waiting for your soul
In the backyard, in the backyard
Yeah, yeah
I'll take you where you wanna go
Grab my passport, get my passport
Waiting for you, can't stop waiting for you
And I'm close to breaking through
Won't stop waiting, waiting for you
She told me she wanna
Yeah, yeah
She told me she wanna