Paperback (Bully Demo) 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