Ericdoa - night that we danced lyrics
ericdoa [Eric George Lopez] Connecticut, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ericdoa - night that we danced lyrics]
Yeah, I remember the night that we danced
You canceled your plans
You had to be home by nine
Nothing but drugs in your bag
But I don't party like that
Someone like you hard to find
I'm sorry I'm impulsive, open
So hard to control it
Broken, hopeless, praying you don't notice
New things, mood swings
My old ways of coping
Friendly, empty, I'll take in the moment
Told you, "I feel like I'm
Fucked, " you said, "Pretty much"
I know that things won't be the same
Know it's tough to end up
Thinking about you this much
Hop in my shit, give a fuck 'bout the dash
You got me now, give a fuck 'bout your last
Honestly, I just like gettin' you mad
Asking mе questions like, "Wherе are we at?"
I don't respond, give 'em time to react
Yeah, Airbnb, movin' slow off the yak
So many things I put it in the past
I'm giving up, baby, rather just laugh
(yeah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
(I'll be right back to you again)
(Again, again)
Yeah, I remember the night that we danced
You canceled your plans
You had to be home by nine
Nothing but drugs in your bag
But I don't party like that
Someone like you hard to find
I'm sorry I'm impulsive, open
So hard to control it
Broken, hopeless, praying you don't notice
New things, mood swings
My old ways of coping
Friendly, empty, I'll take in the moment
You canceled your plans
You had to be home by nine
Nothing but drugs in your bag
But I don't party like that
Someone like you hard to find
I'm sorry I'm impulsive, open
So hard to control it
Broken, hopeless, praying you don't notice
New things, mood swings
My old ways of coping
Friendly, empty, I'll take in the moment
Told you, "I feel like I'm
Fucked, " you said, "Pretty much"
I know that things won't be the same
Know it's tough to end up
Thinking about you this much
Hop in my shit, give a fuck 'bout the dash
You got me now, give a fuck 'bout your last
Honestly, I just like gettin' you mad
Asking mе questions like, "Wherе are we at?"
I don't respond, give 'em time to react
Yeah, Airbnb, movin' slow off the yak
So many things I put it in the past
I'm giving up, baby, rather just laugh
(yeah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
(I'll be right back to you again)
(Again, again)
Yeah, I remember the night that we danced
You canceled your plans
You had to be home by nine
Nothing but drugs in your bag
But I don't party like that
Someone like you hard to find
I'm sorry I'm impulsive, open
So hard to control it
Broken, hopeless, praying you don't notice
New things, mood swings
My old ways of coping
Friendly, empty, I'll take in the moment