gum v6.4

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair
I feel like I did when my mom got scared
That the gum wouldn't come out
Had to shave my head down to the scalp
Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth
(Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum)

Bad timing, I'm falling in love while we're driving
Hope you leave your phone on the dashboard (dashboard)
You'll be back for it, I pray that you never find it
Holding hands on the highway, I got everything that I wanted
But I needed you more than you asked for
And I don't know when I need to be quiet (quiet, quiet, quiet)

2 A.M. in Santa Cruz
Spilling how I feel for you
Always say too much, too soon
I bit off more than I could chew

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair
I feel like I did when my mom got scared
That the gum wouldn't come out
Had to shave my head down to the scalp
Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth
I think I regret all the time we shared
I wish that we had met when my head was all there
Would've never let you down
Kept my guts from spilling on your couch
Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth
(Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum)

So sticky sitting in my skin (My skin)
I'm so pretty when I crawl back into the body that I left
You don't know how bad it gets, I keep crying during sex
Been a week since I've responded
To a: Text me back, that's all I ask
Is it that bad to think that this time we could last?

I feel like a kid with gum in my hair
I feel like I did when my mom got scared
That the gum wouldn't come out
Had to shave my head down to the scalp
Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth
I think I regret all the time we shared
I wish that we had met when my head was all there
Would've never let you down
Kept my guts from spilling on your couch
Should learn to keep my shit in my mouth

Pi-pi-picking myself apart, are the memories real?
None of the scabs on my head will heal
None of the scabs on my head will heal
Picking myself apart, are the memories real?
Picking myself apart, are the memories real?
None of the scabs on my head will heal
None of the scabs on my head will heal
Picking myself apart, are the memories real?
Picking myself apart, are the memories real?
None of the scabs on my head will heal
None of the scabs on my head will heal
Picking myself apart, are the memories real?

(Again, again, again, again)
One too many times, leave me where I lie
Wake me up when the sun goes down
(Again, again, again, again)
I could feel alright breathing in this light
Hard to sleep when you're not around