That Place

Hey
I like your style
I like how you wear a fanny-pack
With every outfit

In the summer time
I wished you were mine
With a sweatshirt
Tied around your waste

Take this slower
I said "wait till we are older"
and the nights grew colder
but our bodies were getting closer

I was warming up by the boiling water
You were washing your hands all alone in the bathroom
With the wood getting chopped and the water getting choppy
I looked into your eyes and saw a tear fall down to the ground
We made no sound

I used to think I was creative
and was able to hide
the way I really feel
the way I really feel
the way I really, really, really feel

But now every hair on my head
And every poppy seed of stubble on my face can tell you
that I know I should be in the place I'm supposed to be

That place where everyone lives in the same building
Where everyone sits on the same benches
and where you and I did not know each other
but then we met and when we did

That place got so much better and better
I was happier there than I had ever been
In that place before, in that place before
I was happier there than I had ever been

You dimmed the light when it was getting too bright
You pinned me down when I was sweating
You painted me white when I needed to look like a ghost
and I lied awake for a while

I used to think I was creative
and was able to hide
the way I really feel
the way I really feel
but now every hair on my head
and every poppy seed of stubble on my face can tell you
that I know I should be in the place I'm supposed to be
in the place I'm supposed to be

That place where everyone lives in the same building
Where everyone sits on the same benches
and where you and I did not know each other
but then we met and when we did
and when we did
and when we did
that place got so much god damn better

Yeah every hair on my head
could tell you that I know (that I know)
That I know, that I should be in the place that I'm supposed to be