At this point in my life I'm looking for the kind of
Support you find standing in line at the women's bathroom
If you crunch the numbers, yes our friendship's kind of new
But my instincts were spot on when we were introduced
That summer class was kind of useless, let's be frank
They might have got free labor but I got a band mate
When we were placed in the way back of the cello section
Faking Mussorgsky, lives not moving in the right direction
Us music school dropouts often feel like big failures
Hit rewind I'd tell you that it gets better later
If I could turn the clock back to the middle of high school
I'd kiss your face and tell you you're so f*cking cool
When you asked me out on a date I told you maybe
I'd take a redo to ask you to be my baby
Biitchseat - Bathroom Lyrics
Biitchseat - Bathroom Lyrics
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At this point in my life I'm looking for the kind of
Support you find standing in line at the women's bathroom
If you crunch the numbers, yes our friendship's kind of new
But my instincts were spot on when we were introduced
That summer class was kind of useless, let's be frank
They might have got free labor but I got a band mate
When we were placed in the way back of the cello section
Faking Mussorgsky, lives not moving in the right direction
Us music school dropouts often feel like big failures
Hit rewind I'd tell you that it gets better later
If I could turn the clock back to the middle of high school
I'd kiss your face and tell you you're so f*cking cool
When you asked me out on a date I told you maybe
I'd take a redo to ask you to be my baby
Support you find standing in line at the women's bathroom
If you crunch the numbers, yes our friendship's kind of new
But my instincts were spot on when we were introduced
That summer class was kind of useless, let's be frank
They might have got free labor but I got a band mate
When we were placed in the way back of the cello section
Faking Mussorgsky, lives not moving in the right direction
Us music school dropouts often feel like big failures
Hit rewind I'd tell you that it gets better later
If I could turn the clock back to the middle of high school
I'd kiss your face and tell you you're so f*cking cool
When you asked me out on a date I told you maybe
I'd take a redo to ask you to be my baby
Writer: Talor Smith
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