Watterson West Songtext
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Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I′m burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it's worth it

Running away
Or comin′ to stay, don't really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don't talk about it

Ever since our eyes met
Feel like I was blinded
Might just be the lighting, yeah
I just started driving
Losing track of time and
I think that I like it, baby

And these streetlights feel like they could hypnotize me
Brake lights, late nights, fucking with my eyelids
Radio silence, asleep in co-pilot
She don′t even have to make a move to paralyze me


I play it in my head like it′s TV
Bedroom to the hall to the loveseat, yeah
Waking up to traffic in the morning
Do it all again right before we left

Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I'm burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it′s worth it

Running away
Or comin' to stay, don′t really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don't talk about it

Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I′m burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it's worth it

Running away
Or comin' to stay, don′t really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don′t talk about it


How many times
Will I type a whole text, then delete it when I read it back?
How many nights
Will I keep on playing games, faking reasons til' the feelings pass?
Trippin′ over every line
I wish I had the nerve to say what's on my mind somehow
It′s never right, it's never right
Overthinking, underspeaking, I′m stressing, forgetting how to act

Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I'm burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it's worth it

Running away
Or comin′ to stay, don′t really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don't talk about it

Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I′m burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it's worth it

Running away
Or comin′ to stay, don't really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don′t talk about it

Watterson West
Your hair is a mess, head on my chest
I'm burning all of my gas
Enjoying the ride, forgetting the rest, it's worth it

Running away
Or comin′ to stay, don′t really care
I want it, riding the brakes
I know hurt, I don't talk about it