Cheap Chills Lyrics

This is a song on weekends

This is about the three friends

Who missed the bus but still seem to make it to school

But who's keeping score?

Cannonballs on deep ends

Catalogs of sleeping through

Missed calls, alarms, and a text from you

Saying I'll meet you there

Yeah, it's a cheap thrill knowing you

It's a bank bill they might refute

Like a refill of that drink you want with a drop of juice

Rolling through life with you is the best

Flying the skies on a journey to death

You take my lines and I'll go off script

I tend to bitch, but it's true I miss the chills with you

All the times we never missed a beat

The different floors beneath our feet

This is a song, a note, a mix, your mama's recipe

For childhood, and nostalgia, for times we don't remember

For watching lives go by on the old TV

I'm lucky loving you is free

Yeah, it's a cheap thrill knowing you

It's a bank bill they might refute

Like a refill of that drink you want with a drop of juice

Rolling through life with you is the best

Flying the skies on a journey to death

You take my lines and I'll try to rewrite mine

Don't wait for all the signs just leave it behind the line

And I know you hate that noise

I heard you lost your voice

Come back to Illinois

I'm waiting for the weeks to end with you