Låttexter
Count down the months 'til you move out of the house
Center estate, feeling highwaybound
Smoke cigarettes and pace between calls with sex
Overwork, he'll be right back
Left my heart hiding in the back of the car
As the rain poured down at the Freehold Mall
I made up all these scenarios
Like we just don't want to be friends anymore
I'll grow up to be some love interest
Searching for a song about a love that might've
Been between anxiety and hindsight
Talk of style and glory but you nеver pictured me
Ooh, the possibility
You do your job at bеing overprotecting
These guys were never that threatening
They're too old for the boys you see
You don't have to worry about me
I'll grow up to be somebody's waitress
Searching for a song about a love that might've
Been between anxiety and hindsight
Talk of style and glory but you never pictured me
Ooh, the possibility
Searching for a song about a love that might've
Been between anxiety and hindsight
Talk of style and glory but you never pictured me
Ooh, the possibility
Ooh, the possibility