Paperback Lyrics

I don't mind that you're a midnight sky

Of a purple mess, what's inside my head

And I don't mind yeah, yeah you talked too much

Yeah you talked too much, when we said goodbye

Something's waiting on my tongue

Wading in the alcohol and cigarettes

I want a west coast paperback kind of girl

That doesn't just see her world, when she shuts her eyes.

I wanna see thrift shop souvenirs from every little town

When we meet in New York City and the lights

Taking time from everything

I don't mind that, yeah the train came late

Singing Clapton vibes, with an old suitcase

And I don't mind that, yeah we're in too deep

Cause we're on our own, fucking empty headed

Something's waiting on my tongue

Wading in the alcohol and cigarettes

Someday I'll come back to bed

With my own certainty.

I wanna see thrift shop souvenirs from every little town

When we meet in New York City and the lights

Taking time from everything

I thought, I thought we'd be something

I thought we'd be somewhere

I thought we'd be happy

I thought, I thought we'd be something

I thought we'd be somewhere

Somewhere else, but here