[Verse 1]
12:03 PM on a Sunday morning
I'm waiting on this girl to call me
I'm learning to roll cones a little better
Everything today will have a pineapple back
And I've made a lot of miles this year
But the miles don't mean much when they always cycle me back to you
Always tethered like a toy to your finger
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Now I'm singing broad and wide and random
Whatever direction takes me away from you
That's the direction I wanna head in
[Chorus]
Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got
[Verse 2]
I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me
Well maybe that's naiveté, but as long as I'm still breathing
I'd prefer to live a little bit reckless
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling
12:03 PM on a Sunday morning
I'm waiting on this girl to call me
I'm learning to roll cones a little better
Everything today will have a pineapple back
And I've made a lot of miles this year
But the miles don't mean much when they always cycle me back to you
Always tethered like a toy to your finger
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Now I'm singing broad and wide and random
Whatever direction takes me away from you
That's the direction I wanna head in
[Chorus]
Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got
[Verse 2]
I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me
Well maybe that's naiveté, but as long as I'm still breathing
I'd prefer to live a little bit reckless
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling
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