Full precipitation and I′m on the attack A thousand open windows couldn't hold it back And I could worry about the way you take your form
Oh won′t you hurry up and take what's mostly yours Point of forced contention; habits dying hard Microwaved conversations in the dark I will follow your directions to the store Up and down the backroads, forever, back and forth But I'll see you (I′ll see you) At the last house party ever All the way over there, in the corner Just wanting to go home
Writer(s): Blair Jasper
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