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Rumspringa
Hannah Brewer
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Skinny jeans and a penchant for Playboy magazines in plastic sleeves
As your last girlfriend lives on in your dreams
Tell me more, like detailing how much you bought them for
Borrow money from your mom, I think you could be the one
No, you're a distraction from my self-destructive actions
But give it some time, I think we could fake the passion
I lost the manual that told me how to act
My overactive imagination can't tell what's fiction or a fact
Hole in my heart, yeah I feel it getting bigger
Trying to pull my finger off the trigger
And I can't help but be a little bitter
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Got a lot to say, not enough to start a riot
I'm still stuck in autopilot
Sick of life tasting so vanilla
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Say I'm funny, that's only 'cause I have to be
Every second in your company, competing in a spelling bee
You're in skinny jeans, know I couldn't be sober
Give me half an hour before I tell you that it's over
No, you're a distraction from my self-destructive actions
But give it some time, I think we could fake the passion
I lost the manual that told me how to act
My overactive imagination can't tell what's fiction or a fact
Hole in my heart, yeah I feel it getting bigger
Trying to pull my finger off the trigger
And I can't help but be a little bitter
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Got a lot to say, not enough to start a riot
I'm still stuck in autopilot
Sick of life tasting so vanilla
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
I can't help but think I'm missing out
Funny by the back door, strung out on my self-doubt
Now a part of me wishes that I never even left the house
'Cause when I get my hopes up I'm always let down
Hole in my heart, yeah I feel it getting bigger
Trying to pull my finger off the trigger
And I can't help but be a little bitter
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Got a lot to say, not enough to start a riot
I'm still stuck in autopilot
Sick of life tasting so vanilla
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Hole in my heart, yeah I feel it getting bigger
Trying to pull my finger off the trigger
And I can't help but be a little bitter
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
Got a lot to say, not enough to start a riot
I'm still stuck in autopilot
Sick of life tasting so vanilla
So I'm just gonna live like it's fucking Rumspringa
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