You were in my art, slow moving
Lay in bed 'til 3pm
Breakfast like we're afternoon and
I like 90s records, and you're more like 2000s groovin'
I pulled only aces, but somehow I still feel like I'm losin'
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
I start to feel sick without you
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Time goes slow tick, tick, tick, boom
Ooh-ooh, is our time running out?
Ooh-ooh, I think our time's running out
I was a bitch on the phone again
I wish I could hang with my home friends
How do I if know if it's real love?
Fantasy world that we made up
We'll either get married or break up
If I gave you my twenties will I regret
Never kissing a stranger I haven't met?
Still thinking of you when I'm having sex
(Miss you baby)
I'm craving that carpe diem
Fuck my cellphone, fuck my DMs
Watch that clock like AM/PM
Three, two, one, I watch you leavin'
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
I start to feel sick without you
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Time goes slow tick, tick, tick, boom
Ooh-ooh, is our time running out?
Ooh-ooh, I think our time's running out
I'm craving that carpe diem (Oh-oh)
Fuck my cellphone, fuck my DMs
Watch that clock like AM/PM (Is our time running out?)
Three, two, one, I watch you leavin'
I'm craving that carpe diem (Oh-oh)
Fuck my cellphone, fuck my DMs
Watch that clock like AM/PM (I think our time's running out)
Three, two, one, I watch you leavin'
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