Fiimy Lyrics by Demi Lovato & Winnetka Bowling League is the latest English song. Fiimy lyrics were written by Matthew Koma while the song is produced by Matthew Koma.
Fiimy Track Info:
| Song: | Fiimy |
| Album | pulp |
| Singer: | Demi Lovato & Winnetka Bowling League |
| Produce by: | Matthew Koma |
| Lyrics: | Matthew Koma |
Fiimy Lyrics
At a French-themed party where no one spoke French
You turned to me and said, “Hey, how American?”
Christmas lights on the fire escape
Lit your glitter and red beret
With your vape pen and your finger tattoos
You looked like someone trying to look like you
And if that’s only in my head
It’s water I’m not ready to tread
Well, the talk stayed small and we shot the shit
“How’s the music going? How’s your sister’s kid?”
Funny, time moves on, maybe I should too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
You’vе got a family now and you’re wearing it nicer
Arе you only showing your highlights?
When you’re in a quiet place
Am I there with you in a way?
How I felt so undeserving of you, and
Loved you more than I will admit to
Hundred reasons, counting still
Never stopped and I never will
And the world cut out waiting on a string
But what was meant for you, wasn’t meant for me
I know you moved on, so I’m trying too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh, fuck it, I miss you)
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh)
Over third with coffee, we’re acting mature
Like our history’s just that and no more
Six months and counting dry
Doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t try
I know I held your hand like a bunch of balloons, and
I knew I was meant to hold on to
But I was just a stupid kid
Throwing everything to the wind
But if I zoom in close, if I pan out wide
We were so almost, I could almost die
I could say I’ve learned but I have no clue
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Had a bumper sticker on your first car
That said “Be happy wherever you are”
Thought it was all some hippie shit
Now I’m here reliving it