Festival Lyrics

You don't see what she's stressing for

Drinking from that wishing well

Concrete lanes and coffee stains

If I could, then I would, but I don't

So I'll let it all just spill

So complicated

So underrated

Slow it down, it can't be real

Just slow it down and take me there

But I can't see without your

Technicolor, twenty dollar,

Glasses that you gave me at the festival

And I still taste your Burt's Bees

Pomegranate, burnt cigarette

Chapstick that you gave me at the festival

You said you wanted to go

But you already know

It's the right place wrong time

So I'll put on a show

When it's just you alone

Like a football halftime

Show me how to be

For you to see

You're taking control

Like 1,2,3

But baby you're just

So complicated

So underrated

Slow it down, it can't be real

Just slow it down and take me there

But I can't see without your

Technicolor, twenty dollar,

Glasses that you gave me at the festival

And I still taste your Burt's Bees

Pomegranate, burnt cigarette

Chapstick that you gave me at the festival

But I can't see

But I can't see

But I can't see

But I can't see

But I can't see without your

Technicolor, twenty dollar,

Glasses that you gave me at the festival

And I still taste your Burt's Bees

Pomegranate, burnt cigarette

Chapstick that you gave me at the festival