You're the kind of person I think I would like
If we met outside of a party
You're the water in a swimming pool
Steal my breath in late October
You're the crutches that they gave to me
When I broke my leg in middle school
The light beneath the door I used to see
When I tried to sleep in my first home

Oh my God
You're the watch
That fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now, they're hypocrites
And you're the shit nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But, oh my God, how drunk am I?
So drive me home and let it lie, let it lie

You're the kind of person
I think I could lose
If people saw what I can see in you
They'd break the surface
And you'd have 'em then
Take 'em under and you're gone
I know that
I'm trying hard not to lean on you
But I get more shaky with every step
The light beneath the door I strain to see
Gets dimmer every minute

Oh my God
You're the watch
That fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now, they're hypocrites
And you're the shit nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But, oh my God, how drunk am I?
So drive me home and let it lie, let it lie

Oh my God
You're the watch
That fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now, they're hypocrites
And you're the shit nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But, oh my God, how drunk am I?
So drive me home and let it lie, let it lie

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Micah Visser