Wish That Too

Saw you one summer night in June,
Standing there right under the moon,
I wish this night could last forever,
Don't you wish that too,

We're on your back porch again,
Why do you keep me around,
We're smokin something funny,
From a small pipe that's in your hand,

Fight until my head caves in,
Smoke until my lungs give out,
Work until I can't no more, 
Don't you wish that too,

And now we're at your house,
You led me to your room,
We're watching some T.V.,
On your bedroom floor,
Wrapped up with you in my arms,
But we haven't spoke for hours,
This feeling's so stupid,
But it's in my head,

Fight until my head caves in,
Smoke until my lungs give out,
Work until I can't no more, 
Don't you wish that...

Toooooo-oooooo-oooooo-oooooo,
Ouuuuuuuu-ooooo-ooooooo-oooo,

Fight until my head caves in,
Smoke until my lungs give out,
Work until I can't no more, 
Don't you wish that too,

Quarantine Sessions

Wish That Too (Quarantine Session)

Wish That Too (Acoustic Quarantine Session)

You're The Reason I Wrote This Song (But You Don't Even Know)

You're the reason I wrote this song,
But you don't even know,
Got the lyrics on the notes on my phone,
But you don't even know,

I'm gonna die with your blood on my hands,
But you won't even know,
I know you think you heard what I said,
But you don't even know,

I tried to sing it,
But you couldn't hear me,
and you don't even know,

I wanna fuck and watch planet earth and have late nights on the phone,
I'm just trynna get you out of your pants,
But you already know,
Trynna find my happy place getting choked up in your arms,
Come over let's smoke a dart and makeup to HOMETOWN,

I tried to sing it,
But you couldn't hear me,
and you don't even know,
And now I'm screaming,
And your T-shirt is soaked in blood,
And you don't even know,

I tried really hard, but it was hard just to try,
Why not come over tonight, Why not come over tonight,
We can't just sit here and fight, cuz that shit just ain't right,
And you don't even know,

You're the reason I wrote this song but you don't even know,
Got the lyrics on the notes on my phone but you don't even know,
I wanna die in my happy place getting choked up in your arms,
Come over lets smoke a dart and makeup to HOMETOWN,

I tried to sing it,
But you couldn't hear me,
and you don't even know,
And now I'm screaming,
And your T-shirt is soaked in blood,
And you don't even know,
And you don't even know,
And you don't even know

Ur the Reason I Wrote this Song (But U don't even know)

Ur the Reason I wrote this Song (But U Don't Even Know) [Acoustic Quarantine Session]

S.O.S.

I'm gonna lose my mind,
Gonna take my time,
One step at a time,
Only way I'm gonna get there,
There's scratches on my back,
Said you're gone but now you're back,
And you did it all for show,
I don't really care,

What's white and what's black,
You know that I'm a hack,
I've heard it all before,
While we're laying in my bed,
Said you didn't now you know,
I'm stuck pulling out my hair,
Imma just light this flare,
While we're laying in my bed,
Calling S.O.S. cuz this second life's a mess,
Now I'm feeling under dressed,
While we're laying in my bed,
Whoa-oh,

I'm gonna lose my mind,
Gonna take my time,
One step at a time,
Only way I'm gonna get there,
There's scratches on my back,
Said you're gone but now you're back,
And you did it all for show,
I don't really care,

Make me lose control,
Now I'm passed out on the floor,
Never been down so low,
Suck my cigarette instead,
Falling out of line,
Put a bend inside my spine,
There's a knock at my door,
But it won't get through my thick head,
Calling S.O.S. cuz this second life's a mess,
Now I'm feeling underdressed while we're making out I my bed,
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh,

I'm gonna lose my mind,
Gonna take my time,
One step at a time,
There's scratches on my back,
Said you're gone but now you're back,
And you did it all for show,
I don't really care,
I don't really care,

What's white and what's black,
You know that I'm a hack,
I've heard it all before,
While we're laying in my bed,
Said you didn't now you know,
I'm stuck pulling out my hair,
Imma just light this flare,
While we're laying in my bed,
Calling S.O.S. cuz this second life's a mess,
Now I'm feeling under dressed,
While we're laying in my bed,
Whoa-oh,

S.O.S. (Quarantine Acoustic Session)

Summer Dress

Cover of Your Graduation by Modern Baseball! One of our favourites! Enjoy.

Modern Baseball // Your Graduation (COVER) by BANDITS

This is a collection of sad songs we tried our best to make sound happy. Thank-you and sorry in advance.

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