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Nina Nesbitt

Hey love, wait up
I think the call is breakin up
I drove my car into the dirt
Can you pull me out? I m kinda stuck
Oh, I miss my friends and the way it was
They ve got big plans and city jobs
The truth is, I m still kinda lost
My parents split, now they don t talk
But I guess that they aren t heroes
We ll all make the same mistakes
We ll drink because our hearts are heavy
We ll try to smoke it all away
And all the things that are meant to shape us
Only bend and burn and break
Used to wish that I was famous
Now I wanna run away cause I m bout

Two years from thirty
And life scar?s me more each day
I v? got a man that swears he loves me
But I m afraid that he won t stay
So I drive out to the ocean
Just to wash my blues away
Takes me back to all the places
Feels like I m flicking through the pages

Blue skies, long roads
Stopped the car in Idaho
Motel rooms and Super 8 s
Capturin the golden days
I miss you and me in winter time
Log fires, sippin mulled wine
How easy I lose sight of the good old times
Thinkin back to when I was in New York (New York)
Fallin in love with my future
In the back of a bar playin snooker
Got in trouble with my Scottish humor
Cause the jokes don t land, I just sound kind of mean
And I felt so fuckin bad, I stayed up all night
Thinkin how it s crazy that we

That we fall in love so quickly
But the movin on is slow
I m a master at commitment
I m a novice at letting go
And all the songs played on my car rides
Know me better than my ghosts
See, I open like a passport
Shut you out like border control, and I m

Two years from thirty
And life scares me more each day
I ve got a man that swears he loves me
But I m afraid that he won t stay
So I drive out to the ocean
Just to wash my blues away
Takes me back to all the places
Feels like I m flicking through the pages

Hold (Hold) my (My) heart (Heart)
Wash the blues away
It s been (Been) hard (So hard)
If I m honest, babe
All these (These) scars (Scars)
Hurt me more each day
Takes me to the places
Feels like I m flicking through the pages