More songs by KiLLOWEN
Description
Main Artist: KiLLOWEN
Producer: RELYT
Lyricist: Owen Pickston
Composer: Owen Pickston
Lyrics and translation
Original
I thought about you last night, same old stories.
I wanna find myself, then lose my mind like they used to do in the noughties.
Ten-ten wanna explore me, can't stop spilling the drink she poured me. You seem like a great idea right now, but
I feel the same in the morning. You're so nostalgic. Okay, can you take me back?
French kiss on the sofa, eyeing the smoke, cig in my hand.
We don't ever chat sober, rum and cola, talk to Frank.
Addicted to this nostalgia, first she come over, then we go back, yeah. That tat on your arm's distracting me too much.
Oh, shit, I feel like I've known you my whole life. My bad, too sex, I gotta be sick.
Ay, at least you find it funny. In fact, your smile goes well with a drink, yeah.
Dimples on your back, looking like Megan Fox in '06. You think I'm crazy?
I think you're a little bit toxic.
Sounds like a good mix to get drunk in love and end it all topless.
I swear you're like a house party that the neighbors hate, 'cause they got two kids, and it's way too late.
People leaving, the songs might change, but we couldn't care less either way. You're so nostalgic. Okay, can you take me back?
French kiss on the sofa, eyeing the smoke, cig in my hand.
We don't ever chat sober, rum and cola, talk to Frank.
Addicted to this nostalgia, first she come over, then we go back, yeah. MDMA don't hit like you.
-No way. -You're like the posters in my room.
-Okay. -We're something like Gavin and Stacey,
Becks and Posh, 2002.
Said I don't smoke, so why am I sat outside with a couple of -B&H Blues? -Why?
You remind me of something I know so well. How the hell do you feel so new?
Yeah, -straight out the year 2000. -Yeah.
-Like the CDs in both our houses. -Yeah.
I wanna play you on repeat till I get sick of you. Stop, the player get louder.
Addicted to this nostalgia, don't quite know what this feeling is.
-I know.
-Smoking you like I smoke my cigs, can't help it, but I gotta get my fix. You're so nostalgic.
-Okay. -Can you take me back?
-Can you take me back?
-French kiss on the sofa, eyeing the smoke, cig in my hand. We don't ever chat sober, rum and cola, talk to Frank.
Addicted to this nostalgia, first she come over, then we go back, yeah.
It was acceptable in the noughties.
It was acceptable at the time.
It was acceptable in the noughties.
It was acceptable at the time.