Nhạc sĩ: Butch Walker, Paris Jackson
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I'm the flask in your pocket on a rainy day
And she's the one that you share it with on the train
And you burn your throat
Intoxicated on what could have been our love
And I know those few drops won't satiate
And I know I'm not what fills your veins
You made it to the coast
With your notes on my boast and everything that's made
I can see the lights go low
But I don't wanna let go now
Maybe if I turn around you'll see me
What you used to be
You're the way it keeps crushing and it keeps you safe
And I can't help but feel it's drowning me
Now I can't breathe
The oil's burnt in the lighthouse
My ship wrecked on your teeth
I can feel the lights go low
But I don't wanna let go now
Maybe if I turn around you'll see me
I can feel the lights go low
But I don't wanna let go now
Maybe if I turn around you'll see me
And I can't help but feel it's drowning me
What you used to be
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