Oh My God

Give me a minute to talk to you I think I can change your mind If you're leaving 'cause of me, that's a big mistake If it's something else, I guess that's fine Orchards of apple trees flying by Out the window of the van If you're leaving 'cause you're looking for something Someone like me could never start to understand Tell me the truth Tell me that you've grown Tell me that it's not the same now when we're alone True love isn't real Everyone was wrong You don't need me to hold you anymore 'cause you got strong Shipley's in the park Jim Beam in the dark My fingers on your collarbones High Life in a can Faint sound of the fan My fingers on your collarbones Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god