The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary getting old
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts
Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
ترجمه آهنگ:آن نوشیدنی که روی من ریختی
"بزاق عاشقانه" تکرار میشود
پدر و مادرم گذاشتند در خانه بمانم
دیوانهات میکند پیر شدن
میتوانیم آنقدر خوب حرف بزنیم
میتوانیم آنرا اینقدر الهی کنیم
میتوانیم خوب حرف بزنیم
چقدر آرزو میکنی همیشه اینطور بود
این رویا دیگر شیرین به نظر نمیرسد
در خیابانهای نیمهشب میچرخیم
و هرگز بیشتر از این احساس تنهایی نکردهام
پیر شدن چقدر ترسناک است
آنها را میخواهم برگردانم، میخواهم برگردانم
ذهنهایی که داشتیم، ذهنهایی که داشتیم
چطور تمام افکار، چطور تمام افکار
در سرمان میچرخید، در سرمان میچرخید
تو تنها دوستی هستی که نیاز دارم
همانند بچهها تختها را تقسیم میکنیم
و میخندیم تا دندههایمان سفت شود
اما این هرگز کافی نخواهد بود