"Grenadine" lyrics

Yeah, I got pockets full of change, yeah
Keys and your number
Been sitting on a bar stool, baby
And it's 3 AM and I'm still sober
I need to find a door
To shut you out
I've got my reasons, baby
And all you've got is doubts

Think about your kiss
And you're here

It's the color of grenadine
On your lips
The color of grenadine
I seem to miss
It's more than mad antic
Yeah, baby
Grenadine, yeah

I'm might just walk home again alone
'Cause the forecast calls for rain
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
And I'll count those streetlights, baby
And think about your eyes
And I'll be in pain
As usual

Yeah, it just reminds me
Of your kiss

Of the color of grenadine
On your lips
The color of grenadine
Yeah, that's what I miss
I miss you so much, baby
A thousand times I'd go
For the color grenadine

Grenadine

The color of grenadine
On your lips
The things that I miss the most
Your fingertips
The little things I can't
Live without at all
The things that I need, baby
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, you've got them all
You've got them all
Got them all
Yeah yeah yeah