Phoneboy - 1987 Lyrics

I heard
You're missing turns
And your favorite three words
I'm not too gone, the TV's on
Until I learned
A simple way
To pretend that we're in 1987
Throw it into first cause you're so tempting
Paint me a picture of you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you
I heard
You're someone else
Falling off the top shelf
I'm here for you, Be here for me
Until I heard
That cigarettes
Like to to Burn down to the filter when you're sleeping
Waking up in pieces every weekend
Oh, I just want your lips to taste
I just want my lips to taste like you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you
Paint me a picture of you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you

I heard
You're missing turns
And your favorite three words
I'm not too gone, the TV's on
Until I learned
A simple way
To pretend that we're in 1987
Throw it into first cause you're so tempting
Paint me a picture of you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you
I heard
You're someone else
Falling off the top shelf
I'm here for you, Be here for me
Until I heard
That cigarettes
Like to to Burn down to the filter when you're sleeping
Waking up in pieces every weekend
Oh, I just want your lips to taste
I just want my lips to taste like you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you
Paint me a picture of you
Paint me a picture of you
Of you