[Verse 1]
Late nights, neon lights, dirt in your eyes from the telephone booth that you
Cried in 'till your skin turned blue
You look around with your head turned down, you don’t want to look proud but you want to be found
And that's confusing
All the photos on the floor from the night before remind you of a girl you ain't seen before
And you wonder which one’s the real you
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You've seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of thеse dreams
[Verse 2]
You made way for somе time in L.A. but the sky wasn't grey enough for you
And it's hard to write a sad song under sunshine
All the thoughts inside of your head started coming out as words no matter what you did and you
Knew everyone was looking then
Call it a breakdown - call it a fit - call it a girl who's dealing with shit
Well I, I call it living
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You've seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these dreams
[Pre-Chorus]
All the photos on the floor from the night before remind you of a girl you ain't seen before
And you wonder which one's the real you
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You’ve seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You’ve seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these dreams
Late nights, neon lights, dirt in your eyes from the telephone booth that you
Dreamt up last night
Late nights, neon lights, dirt in your eyes from the telephone booth that you
Cried in 'till your skin turned blue
You look around with your head turned down, you don’t want to look proud but you want to be found
And that's confusing
All the photos on the floor from the night before remind you of a girl you ain't seen before
And you wonder which one’s the real you
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You've seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of thеse dreams
[Verse 2]
You made way for somе time in L.A. but the sky wasn't grey enough for you
And it's hard to write a sad song under sunshine
All the thoughts inside of your head started coming out as words no matter what you did and you
Knew everyone was looking then
Call it a breakdown - call it a fit - call it a girl who's dealing with shit
Well I, I call it living
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You've seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these dreams
[Pre-Chorus]
All the photos on the floor from the night before remind you of a girl you ain't seen before
And you wonder which one's the real you
[Chorus]
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You’ve seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these
These dreams
Pick on the past trying to make something last
That all the fates were fighting
You’ve seen
The real thing - lived the ending
Of these dreams
Late nights, neon lights, dirt in your eyes from the telephone booth that you
Dreamt up last night
( JordinLaine )
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