BACKSEAT - Intellectual

[Verse 1: wilson]

I know that I’m yours

I just need to hear it more often

Cause I can see the colors

Just bring me back in your loft bed

Now we competing for nothing

As I proceed with caution

Is there a line that I’m crossing

Yet all my moves keep falling

I know that I’m yours

I just need to hear it more often

Cause I can see the colors

Just bring me back in your loft bed

Now we competing for nothing

As I proceed with caution

Is there a line that I’m crossing

Yet all my moves keep falling

Always doubt its right and I

Don’t wanna end up alone

But I wanna run away

I can’t face the problems at hand but

From the cause and effect

I'm missing my steps

Trying to find my way out of the dark

Circle is crumbling

The bridges in flamеs

Trying to forget all the ways things have changеd

You were never too proud of me

But that’s all that I ever wished you could be

I know that the grass died quite quickly

But for all four seasons, you held out your hand for me

Guess we both believed we were ready

But truth is I’m afraid of what it could do to me

To shut one more door that you said you’d keep open for me

But that’s all that I ever wished you could be

Know that the grass died quite quickly

But for all four seasons, you held out your hand for me

I didn’t mean to waste your time

You held my hand as we walked through the park

Kept the windows open as we drove in the dark

My hair in my face, backseat of your car

Promise that you won’t forget me

I’ll wait at the crosswalk