You said my name
I think it was march when I was marching high on you
You forgot spring
I'll wait til summer just to get to hear from you
Coriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?
Right by the wall
We swore we'd never try asphyxiating fumes of city scrawl
She paints a picture with reserve in shades of blue
My science proves you wear that sweater everytime I'm feeling true
Here I'm in the mood
Still just a jukebox spilling out these sad sad tunes
When I'd rather be with you
Corriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?
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Jason Bajada - That Sweater Lyrics
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You said my name
I think it was march when I was marching high on you
You forgot spring
I'll wait til summer just to get to hear from you
Coriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?
Right by the wall
We swore we'd never try asphyxiating fumes of city scrawl
She paints a picture with reserve in shades of blue
My science proves you wear that sweater everytime I'm feeling true
Here I'm in the mood
Still just a jukebox spilling out these sad sad tunes
When I'd rather be with you
Corriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?
I think it was march when I was marching high on you
You forgot spring
I'll wait til summer just to get to hear from you
Coriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?
Right by the wall
We swore we'd never try asphyxiating fumes of city scrawl
She paints a picture with reserve in shades of blue
My science proves you wear that sweater everytime I'm feeling true
Here I'm in the mood
Still just a jukebox spilling out these sad sad tunes
When I'd rather be with you
Corriander left for unwind
Is it something you can convince yourself of?
I may be stupid but I'm not blind
Is this something you can convince yourself of?