Lyrics

Sweet trouble Ice cream crumble A smile from you What makes me bobble Breadcrumbs littering the counter Lingering thought of her bedside manner On the cliffs of my mind Lemme make the tea Lemme make it back to you in time The evening sun turned gröndal gold this Vision is a type of wealth Your fingers rummaging Locking into mine This feeling is the finest wealth I kiss the summer on your lips And just like that the sorrow lifts Wе're done with walking so we ridе a single scooter Just above, the chubby clouds gobble up the moon I have never been this wavy in my life Except for yesterday but yesterday was peak at the time Measuring the evening in cigarettes, arguments, coffee stops, backseats Sudden bursts of warm passion We feel blue in different ways And when our colors mix, we blaze Wishing I could pull down from your ladder Without climbing mine But somehow at the height of it all We're fine We're cool, we're okay Raving in the woods Molly in my belly Yelling well wishes as the trains Race above us on the bridge High above us Made some brand new mates And I'm clearly off my tits Dancing the hardest to the hardest of trance I say I love to you the sea and the stars and To you, mostly to you But then we got to leg it from the cops Into the bushes with our plastic cups Full of moonshine liquor Hihats and sirens serenade our escape Ordered an uber, now we wait We pass the evening under lanterns in your cousin bed My chest, a garden for your head Whatsapp, feeling proper chuffed, press send Then i delete it, don't wanna jinx it With you I am my younger me You're my place With you I am the right kind of loved With you I am the best kind of lost