bryyn - love song

You're burning down the house with the pizza in the oven
Smokes 
Rolling from the chimney and choking my throat
I can't hear you I'm playing with my headphones
Turning up the volume real 
Blasty loud
Real blasty loud
Head in the clouds

I want to write you a love song
But it's getting too late
And my eyes can't stay awake
I've been thinking all day
And it's getting me tired 
And I wish I could write you a love song

Its no bodies fault that I'm always getting broken
You might have a baby but don't you worry
I've got a little house in the mountains with clothespins
Were gonna hang the clothes and let them dry in the sun
Let them dry in the sun
Let them dry in the sun
Let them dry in the sun
Do you think it's a son?

I want to write you a love song
But it's getting too late
And my eyes can't stay awake
I've been thinking all day
And it's getting me tired 
And I wish I could write you a love song

Write you a love song
Write you a love song
Write you a love song
Write you a love song

I want to write you a love song
But it's getting too late
And my eyes can't stay awake
I've been thinking all day
And it's getting me tired 
And I wish I could write you a love song

I want to write you a love song
But it's getting too late
And my eyes can't stay awake
I've been thinking all day
And it's getting me tired 
And I wish I could write you a love song