Cleats歌词

作词 : Aron Forbes/David Marinelli/Lucy Healy/Matthew Fildey/miles morris/Finneas O'Connell
作曲 : Aron Forbes/David Marinelli/Lucy Healy/Matthew Fildey/miles morris/Finneas O'Connell
It’s a little touch and go
You can be the crutch that she holds
Got herself a sprained ankle
If you know you know
Bad things always come in threes
When you broke your thumb
You lost your keys
She plays for different team
Scraping her knees

But it’s all the same to you
When she’s standing in your room
On an endless afternoon
And the summer’s over soon

Maybe she’s a late bloomer
Or maybe its a fake rumor
But you’ve got the same sense of humor
As her

She’s always at the wheel
You’re often on her street
You don’t how to feel
You don’t know how to sleep
Like it’ll never heal
Your heart’s still in the weeds
Straight off the soccer field
She’s still wearing her cleats

But it’s all the same to you
When she’s standing in your room
On an endless afternoon
And the summer’s over soon

If it’s all a waste of time
If it’s all been silver lined
If it’s all a warning sign
If she’s always on your mind

Nothing you can do either
Old crush on the new teacher
Wave as soon as you see her
From the bleachers