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Sam Drysdale
Sam Drysdale
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Drysdale
Sam Drysdale
Songwriter
Alexandra Soumalias
Alexandra Soumalias
Songwriter
Joseph Verschatese
Joseph Verschatese
Songwriter

Lyrics

I fell in love with you in the ninth grade
I tried to tell you when I'd steal your pencil case
I saw a white dress when I saw your face
Life's so simple when you're young
I'd spend my whole youth just tryna break through
Into your heart where I took off my shoes
Fightin' for bedsheets, I got used to
Love's so simple when it's young
And now I see this big house with some bedrooms
You're in a high-rise with a nice view
I see those green eyes they got from you
But you're only lookin' at mine
And I'm afraid to give up on this
But I won't blame you for bein' honest
And what hurts the most is love won't save it all
And that they would've been beautiful (ahh)
And that they would've been beautiful
Sometimes before I crash into my bed
I'll wrap the top sheet underneath the mattress
It helps me sleep to know it's just the way you liked it
Nights are darker when you're gone
I never wanted you to feel you had to bottle it up
You don't need me to see you're already enough
Guess I got a little carried away fallin' in -
Love's as simple as the sun
And now I'm in this big house with these bedrooms
You're still in my mind but out of my view (my mind)
They got them green eyes, but they're not from you
I wonder how you looked in white
Was so afraid to give up on this
But I won't blame you for being honest
And what hurts the most is love don't save it all
And that they would've been beautiful (ahh)
And that they would've been beautiful (ahh)
Mmm
And what hurts the most is love might not save it all
And that for them, you would've been beautiful
Written by: Alexandra Soumalias, Joseph Verschatese, Sam Drysdale
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