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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meara Kathryn Hempey
Meara Kathryn Hempey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Hempey
Matt Hempey
Mixing Engineer
Katie Wolfe
Katie Wolfe
Video Producer

Lyrics

Laurel, I've been thinking about you, like, everyday again, I think you'd be worried if you knew how many hours I've spent, Tear me into pieces and then put me back like I'm brand new, Just another occupational hazard of knowing you, I won't admit to wanting more than just your conversation, Can't help but wish that we were more, I promise I'll be patient, For once, I don't even care, if we make any waves, or sense, And trust, in me when I swear, I won't forget your face, ever again, I count the cities that I've brought to ruin, burn your hometown, believe me, I could do it, I can't stop staring at your starlit skyline, there's nothing like the urban haze at twilight, Laurel, we could try but I don't know what difference it would make, We're an abnormality, but you would be my best mistake, Why d'you have to always be so perfect right in front of me, Trying not to show it, but you look at me, and I can't breathe, I hate the way all of the ghosts in my backseat despise you, No one can blame us, I'll go postal if somebody tries to, And ill-fated as we are, we never fail to try, our hand, 'Cause we'll, keep on counting stars, for all the reasons I, can't understand, I count the cities that I've brought to ruin, burn your hometown, believe me, I could do it, I keep on waiting for the glass to shatter, threw rocks at windows as if it would matter, I could make a scene, anywhere I want, but you're the picture on the screen, every time that I log on, It's getting hard to be an unbiased observer when I just want you to stay, We could make amends, driving through the city block and pick up all your friends, eyes on me and off the clock, It's coming to an end, what am I supposed to do when it all goes away, I count the cities that I've brought to ruin, burn my hometown, somehow, I always do it, I held out hope that maybe you'd be different, those ticking timelines, no, they never listen
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