"Call The Cops" lyrics
"Call The Cops"
It was so simple in the end
Oh, I just had to start again
Those grays and whites, they don't forgive
Passed out, passed pastels you were so taken with
Can't stop shaking, don't think I'll ever stop
She's not waking, somebody call the cops
When you're no longer feeling good
You'll see that time slipped away
In the daylight, there isn't much
To hide the stains of your Saturday
Pink window shades, pink window shades
It was your nature in the end
No longer need to make amends
The human sweetens, not equipped
The silhouette to be relived
Can't stop thinking about what we lost
She's not waking, somebody call the cops
When you're no longer feeling good
You'll see that time slipped away
In the daylight, there isn't much
To hide the stains of your Saturday
Pink window shades, pink window shades
Pink window shades, pink window shades
When you're no longer feeling good
You'll see that time slipped away
In the daylight, there isn't much
To hide the stains of your Saturday
Writer(s): Alex Rose, Cory Murchy, Dave Knudson, Jake Snider
- AZLyrics
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- Minus The Bear Lyrics
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