[Verse 1]
I'm making my way through
The Southern states
To get some miles away from you
To get myself in tune
[Chorus]
Leaving in a week, still tasting you in my cheek
Feeling sick to my stomach
[Verse 2]
I saw a street with your name
Kissing thumbs as promises
Wrapped up in your blanket
Came to mind like a flash flood
[Chorus]
Leaving in a week, still tasting you in my cheek
Feeling sick to my stomach
[Outro]
And I knew back when time called it
That I'd never feel true again
True was written by skirts.
I wrote that during a band practice and everyone came in, and it just happened like that, like magic. […] Sometimes I feel like [being a perfectionist] holds me back, and at a point I did just settle. There became a point where me and Joshua and Vincent had to be like, ‘Okay, let’s just finish.’ Esp...