Kitchen

I’m staring at the ceiling
Got sentimental feelings
Red wine spilled in the kitchen
You don’t know what youre missing
Swimming under the stars
Sleeping, back of your car
Wake up, roll down the window
Feeling so sentimental
Oooh
Tattoos of a fish bone
Prank call from a payphone
Midnight snack when you’re stoned
I never wanna go home
Morning, glory
Morning, glory
Campfire in the winter
Smoke rings and a splinter
Make out, sleep together
Nothing can last forever
Way down head is spinning
I think I’m beginning
To feel so alone now
Maybe it’s time to go home
Morning, glory
Morning, glory
Morning, glory
Morning, glory
Oooh