Idea of Her

Can't get your name past my lips like a slur And I think I'm in love with the idea of her Lie in the morning aurora What time is it in California?

Throwing up brains through my mouth Yeah, I'm thinkin' out loud things we won't talk about Remember the time that we snuck in her house? They don't want me around

But I can't get your name past my lips like a slur And I think I'm in love with the idea of her Cried like annoying cicada What time is it in California?

GMT minus eight and I'm stayin' up late With your face in my head like a drone If I don't want anyone, then why do I feel so alone? I'll reach out if you don't

'Cause I can't get your name past my lips like a slur And I think I'm in lovе with the idea of her Lie in the morning aurora What time is it in California?

Can't get your name past my lips like a slur And I think I'm in love with the idea of her Cried like annoying cicada What time is it in California?

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