歌词
作曲 : Adam Turley/Gabe Yaron/Jordan Turley
All my friends complain, it's been three days since they heard from me
Somehow, I always find ways to show up late to parties
Got nothin' to wear, it's probably 'cause I don't do laundry
But you
Do something to all my bad habits
Don't know how that happens
Yeah, you (you)
Somehow erase all of my patterns
Like I never had 'em
Now I spend my day on the interstate
Just to see your face at an old cafe
Never miss your call, even when it's late
You somehow got a power over me
(What a relief)
Yeah, I'd wait in line at the DMV
Just to make the drive to your B&B
No, I'm not myself when you're next to me
Both hands on the wheel, you got the key
(What a relief)
(What a relief)
Soon as I'm leaving your place I turn into the old me (the old me)
Got three tickets on the way home, 'cause I won't quit speeding
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what's happening to me
(What's happening to me)
'Cause when you're not here now
Ooh-ooh
I fall right back into my bad habits
Don't know how that happens
But, you
Somehow erase all of my patterns
Like I never had 'em
Now I spend my day on the interstate
Just to see your face at an old cafe
Never miss your call, even when it's late
You somehow got a power over me
(What a relief)
Yeah, I'd wait in line at the DMV
Just to make the drive to your B&B
No, I'm not myself when you're next to me
Both hands on the wheel, you got the key
(What a relief)
(What a relief)