Raw Thoughts
I live in my mind
And you can't make this right
It's labyrinthine
Again I gotta to try
To get back in line
And let it be benign
I'm not feeling divine
They say I'm unhinged
And I don't give a shit
They'll never get it
Unless they sat under my skin
And saw what I did
Actually, fuck that, God forbid
They see what I did
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hour in the a.m., I was writing
Notes on my phone, always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home
Fuck it, girl I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
Me in the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why do I go too far?
I liked the backseat driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why did I get
Fucked up again, I was crying
Some hour in the a.m., I was writing
Notes on my phone, always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home
Fuck it, girl I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
And you can't make this right
It's labyrinthine
Again I gotta to try
To get back in line
And let it be benign
I'm not feeling divine
They say I'm unhinged
And I don't give a shit
They'll never get it
Unless they sat under my skin
And saw what I did
Actually, fuck that, God forbid
They see what I did
I got fucked up again, I was crying
Some hour in the a.m., I was writing
Notes on my phone, always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home
Fuck it, girl I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
Me in the backseat, driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why do I go too far?
I liked the backseat driving in your mum's blue car
Why do I take these drugs? Why did I get
Fucked up again, I was crying
Some hour in the a.m., I was writing
Notes on my phone, always keep raw thoughts close
When you get fucked up and you're going back home
Fuck it, girl I really miss you, you were my best friend
In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
All the meaning in emotion, I'm emotionless
And you're sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
Thinking about
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you and you're thinking about sex
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
Credits
Writer(s): Edward James Carlile, Arabella Latham
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