His Car Isn’t Yours
Lyrics from WENDY's POV
I met you in the summer, what a bummer
Let the timing kill the mood
Didn't overthink it, it felt easy
Moving far away from you
But now looking back, I looked at you like nobody else
How am I supposed to fight someone who makes me feel half full?
I'm trying, like there's time left
Try again, was sold on you
Now it's eight o'clock and I'm waiting on this good guy
