Winnetka Bowling League, Demi Lovato - fiimy (fuck it, i miss you) lyrics
[Winnetka Bowling League, Demi Lovato - fiimy fuck it, i miss you lyrics]
At a French-themed party where
No one spoke French
You turned to me and said, "Hey
How American?"
Christmas lights on the fire escape
Lit your glitter and red beret
With your vape pen and your finger tattoos
You looked like someone tryna look like you
If that's only in my head
It's water I'm not ready to tread
Well, the talk stayed small and
We shot the shit
"How's the music going? How's
Your sister's kid?"
Funny, time moves on, maybe I should too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
You'vе got a family now and
You're wearin' it nice
Or arе you only showin' your highlights?
When you're in a quiet place
Am I there with you in a way?
How I felt so undeserving of you, and
Loved you more than I will admit to
Hundred reasons, counting still
Never stopped and I never will
Had the world cut out waiting on a string
But what was meant for you
Wasn't meant for me
I know you moved on, so I'm trying too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
(Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you
(Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you (O oh)
Over third with coffee, we're actin' mature
Like our history's just that and no more
Six months and countin' dry
Doesn't mean that I wouldn't try
I know I held your hand
Like a bunch of balloons
And I knew I was meant to hold on to
But I was just a stupid kid
Throwin' everythin' to the wind
And if I zoom in close, if I pan out wide
We were so almost, I could almost die
I could say I've learned but I have no clue
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Had a bumper sticker on your first car
That said "Be happy wherever you are"
Thought it was all some hippie shit
Now I'm here relivin' it
No one spoke French
You turned to me and said, "Hey
How American?"
Christmas lights on the fire escape
Lit your glitter and red beret
With your vape pen and your finger tattoos
You looked like someone tryna look like you
If that's only in my head
It's water I'm not ready to tread
Well, the talk stayed small and
We shot the shit
"How's the music going? How's
Your sister's kid?"
Funny, time moves on, maybe I should too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
You'vе got a family now and
You're wearin' it nice
Or arе you only showin' your highlights?
When you're in a quiet place
Am I there with you in a way?
How I felt so undeserving of you, and
Loved you more than I will admit to
Hundred reasons, counting still
Never stopped and I never will
Had the world cut out waiting on a string
But what was meant for you
Wasn't meant for me
I know you moved on, so I'm trying too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
(Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you
(Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you (O oh)
Over third with coffee, we're actin' mature
Like our history's just that and no more
Six months and countin' dry
Doesn't mean that I wouldn't try
I know I held your hand
Like a bunch of balloons
And I knew I was meant to hold on to
But I was just a stupid kid
Throwin' everythin' to the wind
And if I zoom in close, if I pan out wide
We were so almost, I could almost die
I could say I've learned but I have no clue
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Had a bumper sticker on your first car
That said "Be happy wherever you are"
Thought it was all some hippie shit
Now I'm here relivin' it