Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
kakie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Pangilinan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fern
Producer
VINCED
Producer
Kindred Productions
Producer
Lyrics
It's getting late
The empty cups, confetti thrown away
I love my friends, they linger on
When everyone else has gone
I guess I'll stay (I'll stay)
We're making eyes across the room
I'm not all that close to you
But I'd like to be (Like to be)
And while the rest are pouring shots of liquor
I know what'll go down quicker for me
We'll have our own afterparty
Stay up 'til three
Talk to me
This is all I want to feel
Anything remotely real
Tell me about your parents
Tell me about your fears and
All of your hopes and dreams
Baby, they're safe with me
Don't call me a taxi
Kiss me in the backseat
Am I pretty in this dress?
Love is always so complex
So fill me with some good cheap wine
Haven't fell this in a long time
Will the stars align?
Why don't we just talk to each other?
Why are we all so scared to be lovers?
'Cause being sweet's not being brave
And in the end it's what'll save us
We'll have our own afterparty
Stay up 'til three
Talk to me
This is all I want to feel
Anything remotely real
Tell me about your best friend
Tell me how I can be them
Sharing our late night thoughts
Baby, that could be us
Just take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home
Writer(s): Frankie Pangilinan
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