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babyblue letra


Baby blue
Was always your color
It’s a little strange
How we’re seeing each other
But God
You look just as I remember
It’s been a few years
But I’ve known you forever
You packed your bags
And moved out to Boston
Needed a place
That you could get lost in
Only came home
Cause your mother's not well
You say that time will tell

Tell me how it feels
Now that you got my youth
On your bedpost
Got my youth
In the back of your jeans
Think of me
While you wash ‘em clean
Say it ain’t so
Now that our picture's getting dusty
You smell vanilla
And don’t think about me
I hope it's alright
Your life without me

You ran to my house
In the pouring rain
Just to sleep on the floor
Beside my bed
And I've cried every damn day
Since you left
I don't mind if I
Never get over it
I’ve been watching reruns
Repeating all the lines
Driving down the highway
And missing all the signs
I should call my little sister
I worry ‘bout her all the time

Tell me how it feels
Now that you got my youth
On your bedpost
Got my youth
In the back of your closet
Think of me
With my face in your locket
Say it ain’t so
Now that our picture's getting dusty
You get drunk
And don’t think about me
I hope it's alright
Your life without me

You hold other hands
I'm biting my tongue
You’re making new plans
While I'm coming undone
And I watch your old films
Super cut reels
Looking at it now
I think I love you still
I steady my breath
Try to be cool
If I never say a word
Does it make it less true?
I feel the time go
I fear the unknown
While you laugh with somebody
That you met on your phone
Little kids grow
It's getting so old
And all of my anxieties
Are filling up my diaries
The water ran cold
There's so much I don’t know
I think I gotta go
Yeah, I think I gotta go

Tell me how it feels
Now that you got my youth
On your bedpost
Got my youth
In the palm of your hand
Think of me
In that wedding band
Say it ain’t so
Now that our picture's getting dusty
You see green
And don’t think about me
I hope it's alright
Your life without me

Xana Morris - Letras

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