Checkout Songtext
von Sly Withers
Checkout Songtext
Hard to read
But after all I have seen
We built it on trust but quickly delete
So no one will know what you think of me
So how should I act why I keep coming back is no mystery
Fast asleep
Ever since I agreed
The feeling you got
While you stare at the clock
Was something you choose
When you start a new
You can stop freaking out
And I′ll freak out for two
Are you feeling honest now?
Or is this just coming out?
Have you something more to say
Than how much it cost me to see you today?
If you were my checkout
If you were my checkout chick
Maybe I'd have a reason to quit
I′d be happy with all that I've got
Guess I'm happy not having a lot
Just a couple iced coffees, a bag of doritos
That smile to last me ′til I fall asleep again
If you were my checkout
Honestly, I don′t even finish these
They sit in my car under my seat
Rot in the sun but it's what′s underneath
I'm in deep and it shows
I′ve been here four fuckin' times this week
If you were my checkout
If you were my checkout chick
Maybe I′d have a reason to quit
I'd be happy with all that I've got
Guess I′m happy not having a lot
Just a couple iced coffees, a bag of doritos
That smile to last me ′til I fall asleep again
If you were my checkout chick
But after all I have seen
We built it on trust but quickly delete
So no one will know what you think of me
So how should I act why I keep coming back is no mystery
Fast asleep
Ever since I agreed
The feeling you got
While you stare at the clock
Was something you choose
When you start a new
You can stop freaking out
And I′ll freak out for two
Are you feeling honest now?
Or is this just coming out?
Have you something more to say
Than how much it cost me to see you today?
If you were my checkout
If you were my checkout chick
Maybe I'd have a reason to quit
I′d be happy with all that I've got
Guess I'm happy not having a lot
Just a couple iced coffees, a bag of doritos
That smile to last me ′til I fall asleep again
If you were my checkout
Honestly, I don′t even finish these
They sit in my car under my seat
Rot in the sun but it's what′s underneath
I'm in deep and it shows
I′ve been here four fuckin' times this week
If you were my checkout
If you were my checkout chick
Maybe I′d have a reason to quit
I'd be happy with all that I've got
Guess I′m happy not having a lot
Just a couple iced coffees, a bag of doritos
That smile to last me ′til I fall asleep again
If you were my checkout chick
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jonathan Nicholas Mata, Joel Andrew Neubecker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com