Kitchen - Bleeding Knees Club

I’m staring at the ceiling

Got sentimental feelings

Red wine spilled in the kitchen

You don’t know what youre missing

Swimming under the stars

Sleeping, back of your car

Wake up, roll down the window

Feeling so sentimental

Oooh

Tattoos of a fish bone

Prank call from a payphone

Midnight snack when you’re stoned

I never wanna go home

Morning, glory

Morning, glory

Campfire in the winter

Smoke rings and a splinter

Make out, sleep together

Nothing can last forever

Way down head is spinning

I think I’m beginning

To feel so alone now

Maybe it’s time to go home

Morning, glory

Morning, glory

Morning, glory

Morning, glory

Oooh