I like my Fridays all alone With no reason to check my phone My friends are out and I think nothing of it Content with myself on my own When I look in your eyes Every day, every night I think about you all the time Yeah, you got me like who am I? (Oh-oh) If touchin' you's gonna make me easy That's okay 'cause I don't want space If not sayin' enough's gonna make you leave me I swear to God that I'll talk all day You never needed anybody but now you need me I was the same, but things have changed I'm needy I'm needy Want every moment that you're free And then I miss you when you leave I bet your mama probably thinks I'm selfish Look at what you've done to me When I look in your eyes Every day, every night I think about you all the time Yeah, you got me like who am I? (Oh-oh) If touchin' you's gonna make me easy That's okay 'cause I don't want space If not sayin' enough's gonna make you leave me I swear to God that I'll talk all day You never needed anybody but now you need me I was the same, but things have changed I'm needy I know how it sounds but I don't, I don't care, no I know how it sounds but I don't, I don't care, no I know how it sounds but I don't, I don't care, no I know how it sounds If touchin' you's gonna make me easy (I don't, I don't care, no) That's okay 'cause I don't want space (I don't, I don't care, no) If not sayin' enough's gonna make you leave me (I don't, I don't care, no) I swear to God that I'll talk all day You never needed anybody but now you need me I was the same, but things have changed I'm needy Oh, mmm

It all starts when it's me and you, going out on Friday night It feels like the radio and your tires rolling to my drive Then my heart stops, like a beat drop It's a symphony when you sweet talk Make this quiet town, feel electric, loud When the lights going down Every word out of your mouth Is like music Like a 70's soundtrack When you look at me like that I lose it My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out When I'm saying nothing But it's feeling something like music Before I knew your love Even with the volume up, it was silent then And now you're walking in the room all kind of smooth, all like a violin Ah ah Everybody else is white noise So talk to me, 'cause your voice Is like music Like a 70's soundtrack When you look at me like that I lose it My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out When I say nothing But it's feeling something like music Ah ah, ah ah ah Ah ah ah Your song on my skin is like Ah ah ah ah So play it again just like Ah ah ah ah Your song on my skin is like Ah ah ah ah So play it again My whole heart's listening to your music Like a 70's soundtrack When you look at me like that I lose it My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out When I say nothing But it's feeling something like music

I've got a love and hate relationship with LA Off the plane, paint my face in the car, park my heart at the valet I watch the sun sink down over Santa Monica Boulevard When I'm lonely and I'm missin' home But other times, I feel like my blood is runnin' Cali I've got some famous friends that I could call But I don't know if I'm cool enough And what's worse than spendin' time alone Is one of them not pickin' up It's hard to grow and time to go But some days, I wanna stay I've got a love and hate relationship with LA (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA) I wonder if I'll get invited to the party (I wonder if I'll get invited to the party) Yeah, and if I do, will I go? If I go, will I know somebody? (Will I know somebody?) I'm on my third glass of wine tryin' to find conversation In a room with bigger names But other days, I'm lookin' out for real estate Confetti's fallin', friends are callin' Saw me on the TV But if I let down my hair in the ocean air Will Tennessee be mad at me? Yeah, I know it ain't a one-way road But sometimes, it feels that way I've got a love and hate relationship with LA (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA) Yeah, ooh, ooh Yeah, ooh, ooh And sometimes it feels like it's all real But nothin' here is as it seems I ask myself, does it feed my soul or my anxiety? Carpet's red, ego's fed, but it's myself that I have to face I've got a love and hate relationship with LA (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA) (Yeah, ooh) I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, ooh) I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, ooh) I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, ooh) I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA