Your Voice / Bethel, NY

I was star struck I caught you in a Starbucks Sittin' on a curb, got some new Chucks But I still don't got a truck Your voice plays in my head When I'm in bed When I'm not feeling confident I hear it again My hand's on your leg I'm grinding gears until the end (grandma went to Woodstock) I'm smoking some purp in the back of the whip Driving and swerving (save your tears for us inside the hills) (You're mine, all mine) At least now I know what I been feeling (You're mine, all mine) Girl, I ain't mad 'cause none of it is real (grandma went to Woodstock) There's no need to reinvent the wheel Boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed When I'm not feeling confident I hear it again My hand's on your leg I'm grinding gears until the end Grandma went to Woodstock Grandma went to Woodstock Grandma went to Woodstock Grandma went to Woodstock Baby, I love you, but bye I thought we'd run out in paradise You're sad at the end, no surprise I swear that that line always makes me cry Rose, a bucket of ice Then I put one up to the rest of our lives I'm alone on my sunset Having way too much fun for me to go home It's the kite by the trumpet I look at the funeral though, on my phone A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you