Emily Kinney

fifteen minutes

I don't wanna start a band
I wanna start a family
I don't want a follow back
I want a follow through
I don't really know where I put
Those fifteen minutes I found
But it doesn't really matter as long as you're around

Lit up hot on a TV screen
Cryin' to strangers about my dreams
Drinking champagne on my own
Scrollin' through pictures on a telephone in a hotel room
If I could get those fifteen back
I'd give them to you

I don't want to take your time
I wanna take your weekends
I don't wanna hold ya back
I wanna hold your hand
I don't really know where I put
Those fifteen minutes I found
But it doesn't really matter as long as you're around

Oh, a star to watch on your magazine page
But stars, ya know, they live so far away
Drinking champagne on their own
Scrolling through pictures on a telephone
In a hotel room
If I could get those fifteen back
I'd give ?em to you

I know you think you want it
You're sure it's worth any trade
But take it from someone that's lived it
Nothing is better, nothing is better
Than the love we just made

Seekin' stories is a noble cause
But seekin' fame will leave you lost
Drinkin' champagne on your own
Scrolling through pictures on a telephone
in a hotel room

If I could get those fifteen back
If I could get those fifteen back

If I could get those fifteen back
I'd give ?em to you