Moira wears the same perfume that you did
That's probably why you were in my dream last night
Like a ghost lingering through a haunted house
Driving home you put my fingers in your mouth
Which is weird as f*ck, cause I know that that's not you
And If I'm being honest- I wouldn't want it to be you
Cause I prefer the other shit you do
And Tommy might be onto something when he said
"F*ck this Town"
And I don't want to sound like a broken record
"But there's too much to do and not enough time"
And all we over talk about is reasons not to have kids
That's probably why Dad was in my dream last night
Maybe it's me who's the ghost and this towns the haunted house
I need to calm my nerves, only four weeks 'til I see the mouse
Which is always fun as f*ck cause I get to be with you
And If I'm being honest. That's all I ever want to do
Lovers Turn to Monsters - Week 30: Autumnal Pop-Punk Blues Lyrics
Lovers Turn to Monsters - Week 30: Autumnal Pop-Punk Blues Lyrics
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Moira wears the same perfume that you did
That's probably why you were in my dream last night
Like a ghost lingering through a haunted house
Driving home you put my fingers in your mouth
Which is weird as f*ck, cause I know that that's not you
And If I'm being honest- I wouldn't want it to be you
Cause I prefer the other shit you do
And Tommy might be onto something when he said
"F*ck this Town"
And I don't want to sound like a broken record
"But there's too much to do and not enough time"
And all we over talk about is reasons not to have kids
That's probably why Dad was in my dream last night
Maybe it's me who's the ghost and this towns the haunted house
I need to calm my nerves, only four weeks 'til I see the mouse
Which is always fun as f*ck cause I get to be with you
And If I'm being honest. That's all I ever want to do
That's probably why you were in my dream last night
Like a ghost lingering through a haunted house
Driving home you put my fingers in your mouth
Which is weird as f*ck, cause I know that that's not you
And If I'm being honest- I wouldn't want it to be you
Cause I prefer the other shit you do
And Tommy might be onto something when he said
"F*ck this Town"
And I don't want to sound like a broken record
"But there's too much to do and not enough time"
And all we over talk about is reasons not to have kids
That's probably why Dad was in my dream last night
Maybe it's me who's the ghost and this towns the haunted house
I need to calm my nerves, only four weeks 'til I see the mouse
Which is always fun as f*ck cause I get to be with you
And If I'm being honest. That's all I ever want to do
Writer: Kyle Wood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid