Missouri Seasons

Like Missouri Seasons, I don't wanna change What's the point in meeting a new face If it's the same old shit to me When winter comes, remember that smell And the way it felt when you were mean to me Tilt our heads at movie theater screens Throw the seat back, recline Sitting at your grandma's house Watching Hallmark on your grandma's couch It never ends Making fun of all the cliches When we were living just the same way What happened to that thing The one we'd seen across the movie screens What I feel can't be ignored Cause tryna get to you Is tryna go through a closed door Open up to me Open up to me Open up to me And baby we could be Like Missouri Seasons, you don't wanna change