What My Angels Think Of Me

Lyrics
[Verse 1] We never talked about the stars that much You always said you don't believe in that stuff So I kept my visions to myself Love is a dog from hell Still, I believe God means well [Chorus] But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up To not look dressed up, to call you up, oh-oh All my friends think that I'm in bed at home Yeah, I'm in bed, but I'm not at home, oh-oh I hide it all so easily Tonight, I wonder what my angels think of me [Post-Chorus] Mm [Verse 2] No one down here on Earth gets to know 'Cause I put my phone on airplane mode I might pretеnd that I was sick all weekend Like I did last week And they'rе all suspicious [Chorus] But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up To not look dressed up, to call you up, oh-oh All my friends think that I'm in bed at home Yeah, I'm in bed, but I'm not at home, oh-oh I hide it all so easily Tonight, I wonder what my angels think of me [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Runnin' out of excuses We're a bad idea, I knew it In a bed of my own makin' I ain't been listenin' lately Runnin' out of excuses We're a bad idea, I knew it Oh, runnin' out of excuses We're a bad idea, I knew it Heaven knows I keep makin' All the same mistakes, I hate it I'm runnin' out of excuses We're a bad idea, I knew it Oh, I'm runnin' out of excuses Runnin' out of excuses Runnin' out of excuses We're a bad idea, I knew it [Outro] We're a bad idea, I knew it
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Credits
- Writers
- Caylee Hammack
- Jake Mitchell
- Meg McRee