wait for me to come home

i love it when you call me senorita i wish i could pretend i didn't meet ya

we keep this love in a photograph

listening to my heart instead of my head

oh i should be running oh you keep me coming

don't show up don't come out don't stop caring about me now

keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

i'm all good already so moved on it's scary

i still see your shadows in my room can't take back the love that i gave you

every touch is oh la la la it felt like oh la la la