Victoria - Towa Bird
Lyrics by：Patrick Wimberly/Towa Bird/Annie Schindel
Composed by：Patrick Wimberly/Towa Bird/Annie Schindel
Produced by：Patrick Wimberly
I miss calloused fingers in the summer time
I miss campfires and pointing out the satellites
Your place or mine?
'05 was paradise
Sweet sixteen hickeys made it past second base
Push-ups crop top then I don't touch the birthday cake
Straighten my hair
And pray to God I'm the same
Now I flinch at the sound of my voice
All I desired my ego destroyed
When the green in my eyes turns to grey not so simple
Anymore like before
I got bigger and so did my name not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd it's funny how
Clearly I'm more than enough for the world
But never Victoria
I miss butterflies the feeling of a drunken kiss
I miss open mics and living off of twenty quid
Twelve-to-twelve shift
I'll wonder if this is it
Does anybody love me or not?
Does anybody want what I've got?
Sucker for fame I got a taste
They're singing my praises
But the more that they say it
The more I won't measure up
When the green in my eyes turns to grey not so simple
Anymore like before
I got bigger and so did my name not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd it's funny how
Clearly I'm more than enough for the world
But never Victoria
There's a world where she sits on a barstool sipping Chardonnay
Victoria stays bends and breaks for a man like an old cliché
But I saw her ghost set her free
She's taking one for the team
I let her go but she's keep on following me
When the green in my eyes turns to grey not so simple
Anymore like before
I got bigger and so did my name not so little
Now that I'm in the thick of it
Devoted crowd it's funny how
Clearly I'm more than enough for the world even my girl
And I'll find my worth
But never Victoria
