Santa Monica
de The Front Bottoms
Sometimes I cry when I get sad
I guess it's true what they say
Emotional baby boy, emotional man
Emotional baby boy, emotional man, emotional man, emotional man
I am emotional
I wish we were forever lying on the santa monica beach
Drinking tecate 24oz underneath the stars
Being the superior couple, loving who I am cause what we are
I wanna confess it in a whisper that's just loud enough to make out
I want you to listen from the kitchen to me confessing on the couch
I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom
I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom
Where I'm standing there is a cool, cool breeze
Heavenly bodies make the devil a little uncomfortable
I guess there are some things I was just born to be
Emotional baby boy, emotional man
Emotional baby boy, emotional man, emotional man, emotional man
I am emotional
It's such a big city
I feel so stupid thinking I might see you if I wander around
If I do the things we used to do together and we were on the same level
You'd be doing them as well
There's something about drowning I can't shake
Or someone dying anyway
I wanna confess it in a whisper that's just loud enough to make out
I want you to listen from the kitchen to me confessing on the couch
I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom
I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom
From where I'm standing there is a cool, cool breeze
From where I'm standing there is a cool, cool breeze
Emotional baby boy, emotional man
Emotional baby boy, emotional man, emotional man, emotional man
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