("I was never going to talk about this publicly")
All these things they feel the same
I wish I didn't have a job
All these things they feel mundane
And I've been losing sleep
I've been losing sleep over you
I wish that you would knock on my door
I wish that you could stay until 4 in the morning
I wish that you would give me a call
I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning comes
All these things they feel blasé
I wish I didn't have a job
All these things they feel the same
And I've been swiping right
I've been swiping right in search of you
I wish that I could knock on your door
I wish that you would give me a call in the morning
Wish that you would knock on my door
I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning
I wish that I could give you a call
I wish that we could talk until 4 in the morning
I hoped that you would stop by my door
I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning
I wish that I could give you a call
I wish that we could talk until 4 in the morning
I hoped that you would stop by my door
I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning comes