Lyrics: Okto Nugraha
Music: Daniel Bowler
I'm dying in the front seat
My friends dead in the backseat
i'm going real crazy
trying to forget the shit that she told me
Close your mouth love
shut your mouth love.
Ive got your soul bare
oh but you dont care
get you unclothed yeah
feeling your soul rare
shes got her love yeah and ive got my feels yeah.
She's got her love and i'll catch them feels yeah.
You feel low I was there
It's too late, you dont care.
You fee low I was there
it's too late too be scared.
(Instrumental)
Girl you're so flirtatious
wont make you misses
we start of so wistful
Now we're just wishful
Girl you're so flirtatious
wont make you my misses
we start of so wishful
now we're just wistful.
Put it down I know that you dont love me
put it down cuz I know that it aint free
and i'm drunk can you order me a taxi
might just take a sip and trip to Bali yeah
chilling and laying in the backseat yeah
chilling and laying eating nasi
chilling and laying in the backseat yeah
chilling and laying eating Nasi yeah.
You feel low I was there
It's too late, you dont care.
You fee low I was there
it's too late too be scared.