Crave

I wish I could forget, but it’s out of hand
I wish I was aggressive and had a plan
I could write a couple words that’ll string into a phrase but I’m afraid it’d go
on and on for days and days and days
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping me grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping me grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
For the past couple weeks I’ve felt kind of great
but this kind of great don’t come without a shade of gray
I’ve been chewing off bites from my day-to-day
but by night I’m left with nothing but a sour taste
I wish I could forget ya but it’s out of hand
I could fall back on something and have a plan
I could write a couple lines that’ll fall into a phrase but
I’m afraid it’d go off for days and days and days and days
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping me grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
I wish I could forget you
I wish I could forget you
I wish I could forget you
I wish I could forget you
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping my grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping me grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
that’s keeping me grounded to the
carpet in my room
my quiet blue tune of you
I’m craving a getaway from the smooth talk
a getaway from the