Fletcher - Girl of My Dreams Lyrics
Sting
Xo, do you ever miss me?
You chose brand new over history
That's cold, guess we're fifty-fifty
Don't you wish I was your girlfriend still?
Tough luck, we were in a bad place
F*cked up, made a couple sex tapes
All love, whenever I hear your name
Don't you wish it worked out and we were on again?
'Cause I still feel you right here every now and then
And it hits me like a missile in my heart again
Don't you start again, in my heart again
Honestly, all I wanna know, why does it sting?
Why am I still hung up on things?
Are you gonna give that diamond ring
That's meant for me to her?
But maybe I like the way it sting
It's all I got left of you and me
I'd rather it keep on cutting deeper
Show what we were worth (I always thought that we were)
Hello, do you ever rewind?
I've been hurting from the goodbye
Feelings, do they ever die?
I wish we were on again
'Cause I still feel you right here every now and then
And it hits me like a missile in my heart again
Don't you start again, in my heart again
Honestly, all I wanna know, why does it sting?
Why am I still hung up on things?
Are you gonna give that diamond ring
That's meant for me to her?
But maybe I like the way it sting
It's all I got left of you and me
I'd rather it keep on cutting deeper
Show what we were worth
How much longer will it sting?
How much longer will it sting?
Tell me what if could start clean
With no hard feelings between us
Could we ever be? Could we ever be?
Tell me what if we could go back and take it all back
Would you ever do that with me? Do that with me?
Sting, why am I still hung up on things?
Are you gonna give that diamond ring
That's meant for me to her?
But maybe I like the way it sting
It's all I got left of you and me
I'd rather it keep on cutting deeper
Show what we were worth
Writer: Ali Payami, Cari Fletcher, James Ho, Jenn Decilveo, Wens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Guess We Lied
Here we go again
We're not friends and we're not lovers
No, we're not enemies of each other but
Any of them would be better than nothing, nothing
You got a new life in just six seasons
I only know you in bits and pieces and
I'm losing my head tryna hold on to something, something
I thought that by now we'd be over the fallout
You said we'd be closer
I guess you didn't tell the truth
So if you're gonna lie
Do it in my bed
If you're gonna lie
At least do it in my bed
So if you're gonna lie
Do it in my bed
If you're gonna lie to me
Make it worth it
Do you ever get the feeling
We're a real deep cut that's never healing?
And it's f*ckin' me up
But not in a good way, a good way
My tattoo is fading
I miss you, I hate it
You said we'd be closer
I guess you didn't tell the truth
So if you're gonna lie
Do it in my bed
If you're gonna lie
At least do it in my bed
If you're gonna lie (lie)
At least do it in my bed
If you're gonna lie to me
Just make it worth it
So if you're gonna lie
Just tell me you don't need me
Break my heart and make it easy
For me to let go of you now
So if you're gonna lie
Just tell me you don't need me
And you're not ever thinking of me
So I can let go of you now
I heard you're better off and you're doin' fine
I heard that you're in love, good f*ckin' try
Did it even hurt? 'Cause you didn't cry
I know we said forever, but I guess we lied
Writer: Amy Allen, Cari Fletcher, James Ho, Jeremy Dussolliet, Tim Sommers
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Birthday Girl
The night we met
We found out we were born on the same day
It was weird but kinda cute
And now it's weird but f*cking sucks
'Cause we broke up
And I'm scared that it'll never feel the same way
I hate that song without your name
And mine looks lonely on the cake
Where you gonna be on March 18th at 11:59?
What you gonna put your lips on now at midnight?
Birthday girl, do you think of me?
Do you wish you didn't but you have to?
Like I have to
Birthday girl, I think of you
I kinda wish I didn't but I have to
Like you have to
Birthday girl, ooh
Birthday girl, ooh
I don't know myself without you and I want to
Just a little more than I want you
Three hundred eighty five thousand people born every day
That's special, we were special and it's never gonna change
And something can be wrong even if nothing's wrong
I know it seemed like shitty reasons for calling it off
There were so many things I couldn't be for you
But you know that I'm always gonna be your
Birthday girl, do you think of me?
Do you wish you didn't but you have to?
Like I have to
Birthday girl, I think of you
I kinda wish I didn't but I have to
Like you have to
Birthday girl, ooh
Birthday girl, ooh
Where you gonna be on March 18th at 11:59?
What you gonna put your lips on now at midnight?
Birthday girl, do you think of me?
Do you wish you didn't but you have to?
Like I have to
Birthday girl, I think of you
I kinda wish I didn't but I have to
Like you have to
My birthday girl, ooh
Birthday girl, ooh
Writer: Cari Fletcher, JP Saxe, Ryan Marrone
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Beckys So Hot
I wake up puttin' makeup on a sad face
And Listerine ain't fixing this bad taste in my mouth
Someone saw you out on Friday, saw you walking sideways
Guess you're gettin' f*cked real good now
Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her
And I don't really blame you 'cause
Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward
Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she taste
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
I used to wear it too, yeah, it's the cropped one
With the red corvette, someone new riding shotgun
I can't even be that mad about it, she flame emoji wow
It's always gonna f*ck me up 'cause
Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her
And I don't really blame you 'cause
Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward
Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she taste
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Becky's so hot (Becky's so hot)
Becky's so hot (Becky's so hot)
Are you in love like we were? (Are you in love like we were?)
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her ('cause Becky's so hot)
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate (she the one)
But I wanna know how she taste (how she taste)
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet, Kyle Buckley, Tatu, Tim "One Love" Sommers
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Better Version
I was kind, I was warm, I was patient
All the nights that you cried when you're wasted
Hold your hand, rub your chest when you're anxious
Helped you with the career you were making
Look at you, you're a star, I'm the reason
That you're more confident, motivated
And honestly, your new girlfriend should thank me
For how it all worked out
I guess you're all grown up now
Do you think of me when you f*ck her?
Do you use the moves, the ones we learned?
It's always the next person
That gets the better version
'Cause baby, I loved you at your worst
And I fixed your heart but mine still hurts
And now some other person
Is gonna get the better version of you, of you
We were young, we were dumb, we had issues
But I thought I could work on 'em with you
God knows that we tried, yeah, we tried so hard (so hard)
And I did the heavy lifting
But she'll get a happy ending
Now the credits are rolling, I played my part
Do you think of me when you f*ck her?
Do you use the moves, the ones we learned?
It's always the next person
That gets the better version
'Cause baby, I loved you at you worst
And I fixed your heart but mine still hurts
And now some other person
Is gonna get the better version of you
Of you, of you, of you
You were kind, you were warm, you were patient
Helped me with the career I was making
Look at me, I'm a star, you're the reason
And I think of you when I f*ck her
I use the moves, the ones we learned
It's always the next person
That gets the better version
'Cause baby, you loved me at my worst
And you fixed my heart but the thing that hurts
Is now some other person
Is gonna get the better version
And now some other person
Is gonna get the better version of me
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Jeremy Dussolliet, Tim Sommers
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Conversations
(I have these conversations)
I wanna sleep
But know I'm not tired
My head and my heart are at war
And I'm stuck in the crossfire
I wanna scream but I got no air
The thoughts in my mind racing down 1:05
Going nowhere
Now it's 2AM, looking at the ceiling
Existential crisis mode
All alone, feeling all my feelings
Hanging out 'til the stars go home
I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
I make things complicated
For myself, for myself, I'm like
Whoa, I question everything
No, nobody's listening
When I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
I wanna run (run)
Oh, and dye my hair red (dye my hair)
Wanna dress up to kill, for a date, for a thrill
Out of my head
Now it's 3AM, looking at the ceiling
Existential crisis mode
All alone, feeling all my feelings
Hanging out 'til the stars go home
I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
I make things complicated
For myself, for myself, I'm like
Whoa, I question everything
No, nobody's listening
When I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
And they just won't stop
I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
I make things complicated
For myself, for myself, I'm like
Whoa, I question everything
No, nobody's listening
When I have these conversations
In my head, in my head at night
(It's only in my head)
(Always in my head at night, it's in my bed)
(Always in my bed at night, it's in my head)
When I have these conversations (always in my head at night, it's always in my bed)
In my head, in my head at night (always in my bed at night)
That's cool, I like that one
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Jacob Kashner Hindlin, Madison Love, Marshmello, Michael Pollack
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Serial Heartbreaker
Crybaby, serial heartbreaker
Don't blame me, it's just the way god made her
So many questions
That's too many for me
So many lessons
So many girl of my dreams
'Cause I tend to over complicate
I over love, I under play it
Get myself in situations
Different people, different places
Sensitive but not enough
I'm not the best at breaking up
Too soon to rip the band-aid off
A sucker for the f*ck me up
Crybaby, serial heartbreaker
Don't blame me, it's just the way god made her
Ooh, serial heartbreaker
Ooh, it's just the way
It's just the way god made her
I like my alone time
But I want somebody to hold
I get what I want, I
I keep it for a minute, then I let it go
'Cause I tend to contradict a lot
I love you more, I love you not
I hate it when you're there for me
I like it when you hit the spot
And very time, I share too much
You get in close and I give up
So hurry, rip the band-aid off
Hurry baby, f*ck me up
Crybaby, serial heartbreaker
Don't blame me, it's just the way god made her
Ooh, serial heartbreaker
Ooh, it's just the way
It's just the way god made her
Ooh, serial heartbreaker
Ooh, it's just the way god made her
I like my alone time
But I want somebody to hold
Writer: Cari Fletcher, James Ho, Jennifer Decilveo
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Her Body Is Bible
I found God the moment that I put my lips on yours
I thought this is what they're talking 'bout
I forgot everything that's broken in my heart
One touch, sippin' Holy Water now
It's just a feelin', feelin'
It's like an ocean wave (oh)
And she's the freedom, freedom I need to taste
Amen, oh, her body is Bible
The only Heaven that I know (oh-oh, yeah)
Amen, oh, her body is Bible
The only Heaven that I'll go (oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Saw the light, at 4 AM we're dancin' in the dark
I like your T Swift t-shirt on the ground
Hold on tight, when the world gets hard, this shit's like paradise
All night, you're so hot, I'm freakin' out
It's just a feelin', feelin'
It's like an ocean wave (oh)
And she's the freedom, freedom I need to taste
Amen, oh, her body is Bible
The only Heaven that I know (oh-oh, yeah)
Amen, oh, her body is Bible
The only Heaven that I'll go (oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
It's just a feelin', feelin'
It's like an ocean wave (oh)
And she's the freedom, freedom I need to taste
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Philip Plested, Jake Torrey, Sylvester Willy Sivertsen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Think Im Growing?
I haven't been on a plane this year, but
I've traveled so many places in my head
I haven't seen many friends this year, so
I've had to get along and hang out with me instead
I saw all the parts I didn't like
So insecure, so quick to fight
I didn't know I was so co-dependent
I didn't know I had so much resentment
To the changes and the traumas
I was keeping in a closet
Way too much shit that I don't wanna go through
But I got nothing to do
I don't know where, where I'm going
But I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing
And it f*cking hurts in the moment
But I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing, baby)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing)
Yeah, I'm think I'm growing
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Ingrid Andress, Jesse Shatkin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Girl Of My Dreams
Number one was a boy and he had the greenest eyes
Like a forest, but I knew that I was lost
Round two in the city, she was crazy but she made it so pretty
Left me emptier than lonely in New York
And three, she was an angel, yeah she coulda been the one
But forever only made a couple trips around the sun
Now singing the sad girl songs is overdone
I'm on heart break number four
Tequila doesn't hit no more
I've got a new rebound
I'm falling for me now
My ride-or-die until the end
My Romeo and Juliet
I'm my own anniversary
I'm the only girl of my dreams
Girl of my dreams
Changed my hair, cut it off
And I got a new tattoo
Doing things I thought
I never thought I'd do
Now I'm over being cynical, I swear to god I'm done
Yeah, I'm craving something deeper than I'll find in anyone
Now singing the sad girl song's just never fun
I'm on heart break number four
Tequila doesn't hit no more
I've got a new rebound
I'm falling for me now (falling for me now)
My ride-or-die until the end
My Romeo and Juliet
I'm my own anniversary
I'm the only girl of my dreams
Girl of my dreams
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray that I'm the one I'll keep
If I fall before I wake
I know that I will catch me
Now I lay me down to sleep
'Cause I'm in the only the bitch I need
I'm all hers and she's all mine
I'll love her 'til the day I die
I'm on heart break number four
Tequila doesn't hit no more
I've got a new rebound
I'm falling for me now
My ride-or-die until the end
My Romeo and Juliet
I'm my own anniversary
I'm the only girl of my dreams
Girl of my dreams
Dreams, girl of my dreams
Writer: Ali Payami, Cari Fletcher, Jennifer Decilveo, Wens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Holiday
Good girl or bad girl
It's my world they're gonna talk about it
Do what they want and then f*ck up and then they talk about it
I had to find my way out, had to find my way around it
And then I found it, now I never doubt it
Where are you, where did you go?
(Where did you go, where did you go?)
Wouldn't you like, like to know?
(You'd like to know, you'd like to know)
I've been on a holiday (sunshine)
I don't miss the bitter taste (sweet life)
Sittin' sippin' lemonade
I caught another wave, wave, wave
Not talking Bali, Hawaii, I got a private island
Inside my mind found a fantasy my own paradise, and
Unlocked a brand new perspective, direction, I'm learning lessons
Not missing exes or stressin', accepting nothing less
Where are you, where did you go?
(Where did you go, where did you go?)
Wouldn't you like, like to know?
(You'd like to know, you'd like to know)
I've been on a holiday (sunshine)
I don't miss the bitter taste (sweet life)
Sittin' sippin' lemonade
I caught another wave, wave, wave
I've been on a holiday
I don't miss the bitter taste, no, no
Sittin' sippin' lemonade
I caught another wave, wave, wave
(I've been on a holiday)
(I've been on a holiday)
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Kyle Buckley, Mary Weitz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Love You Bitch
I'm obsessive compulsive, I get lost in the moment
I'm addicted to my phone
And I'm constantly dating 'cause I crave validation
Couldn't find it on my own
I've confessed to girls and to boys
And to strangers on the internet I don't know, no oh no
I know there's a world, there's a voice
There's a way to hear it in my head, no oh no
'Cause I've said it
To everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone else
Like oh my god
And I've meant it
To everyone, everyone, everyone but myself
Like oh my god
So I've been looking in the mirror and I practice saying this
I love you, bitch, I love you, bitch
Now I say it to nobody, nobody, nobody but myself
I love you, bitch
Yeah, I'm kind and patient
I'm fun when I'm wasted
But just don't get me stoned
'Cause I sink when it's heavy
'Cause I'm real empathetic
I feel things in my bones
I've confessed to girls and to boys
And to strangers on the internet, no oh no
Just a couple words, never learned
I could flip 'em, make 'em mine instead, no oh no
'Cause I've said it
To everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone else
Like oh my god
And I've meant it
To everyone, everyone, everyone but myself
Like oh my god
So I've been looking in the mirror and I practice saying this
I love you, bitch, I love you, bitch
So now I say it to nobody nobody nobody but myself
I love you, bitch
So I've been looking in the mirror and I practice saying this
I love you, bitch, I love you, bitch
I love you, bitch
Writer: Alex Hope, Cari Fletcher, Maaike Lebbing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
For Cari
Everybody tryna make me someone else
Making me feel I'm not good enough
It's got me kinda twisted like I don't know myself
I know sometimes I'm too hard to love
I've been drinking, so I'm gonna speak mind
I'm just chillin' and I'm tryna live my life
So I'll say farewell to the hard times
And I'll say f*ck you to the bad vibes
And I'll raise a glass while I toast to myself
I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me
This one's for Cari, this one's for Cari
Had a lot of feelings but not like this before
I'm lonely at the moment, I miss my parents' couch
And I'm going back to the New Jersey shore
'Cause I am what I am and I ain't nothing more
I've been drinking so I'm gonna speak mind
I'm just chillin' and I'm tryna live my life
So I'll say farewell to the hard times
And I'll say f*ck you to the bad vibes
And I'll raise a glass while I toast to myself
I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me
This one's for Cari, this one's for Cari, ooh
I'm drowning in dreams, wear my heart on my sleeve
And this city's too big for the small things I need
And I'm done losing sleep over things I can't be
And I've pleased everybody so this ones for me
So I'll say farewell to the hard times
And I'll say f*ck you to the bad vibes
So I'll say farewell to the hard times
And I'll say f*ck you to the bad vibes
And I'll raise a glass while I toast to myself
I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me
This one's for Cari, yeah this one's for Cari
This one's for me, yeah, this one's for me
This one's for Cari
Writer: Cari Fletcher, Jesse Shatkin, Maureen McDonald
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.