Morning sinks in, pink pink pink
We're sick in the head
From all that we think
We're sick to the stomach
From last night's drinks
Drank up and got brave
For an empty exchange
But maybe it's the weather
Making me seek
Maybe it's the weather
Shaking me weak
Jet blue, you flew
You knew I wasn't next to you
Paper moon, lazy moon
Floating by and we're spooning
I feel you chewing on my shoulder
God, I'm scared how much I want you
But you're older
But maybe it's the weather
Making me seek
Maybe it's the weather
Shaking me weak
Shaking me weak
Making me seek
Shaking me weak
Making me seek
But maybe it's the weather
Making me seek
Maybe it's the weather
Shaking me weak