High Waisted - Greyson Chance

Risky touches, late nights, backstreets

In your jacket

Chicago, too cold for me

Too cold for me

Light blue, high-waisted

There you are, love chasing

I don’t know how to tell you bad news

When you’re smiling

Damn, it’s all too much for me

I feel myself completely into deep and seeking safety

You, you feel yourself completely fall

Wish I could fall, wish I could fall

But it’s pressure

You’d get too close if I’d let ya

We’re too uneven together

So leaving’s on my mind

'Cause it’s high-waisted love

And it’s too tight on us

And it’s too tight on us