Cloe Wilder – Baby Pink Guitar Lyrics

Baby Pink Guitar – Cloe Wilder Lyrics

House party, plastic bottle

Headstrong at seventeen

I couldn't act my age back then

God, I knew everything

We're walking barefoot on the street

Well, that's just Halloween

Air mattress, dorm room floor

That's always been enough for me

Time can change a person

But now I'm just getting worse at being fine, at being certain

I'm in flight

Watching the road turn

Feeling the lights burn down

All of the times I told somebody that we could work out

Where do I go now?

Walking home in a strange town

I'm never making the bed

I'm always resting my hеad

I'm always playing it too loud

I click my heels, but nothing seems to happen

Am I real, or a reaction?

Wеll, I don't know

Another town, another bar that has white wine on ice

I bought a baby pink guitar

I play it nine to five

From Amsterdam to Arkansas, the somewhere in between

It's on the tip of my tongue

I don't know what I mean

Time can change a person

But now I'm just getting worse at being fine, at being certain

I'm in flight

Watching the road turn

Feeling the lights burn down

All of the times I told somebody that we could work out

Where do I go now?

Walking home in a strange town

I'm never making the bed

I'm always resting my head

I'm always playing it too loud

I click my heels, but nothing seems to happen

Am I real, or a reaction?

Well, I don't know

Oh, I don't know

Time can change a person

But now I'm just getting worse at being fine, at being certain I'm in flight

Time can change a person

So tell me why I'm still rehearsing every line before a curtain opens wide

Watching the road turn

Feeling the lights burn down

All of the times I told somebody that we could work out

Where do I go now?

Walking home in a strange town

I'm never making the bed

I'm always resting my head

I'm always playing it too loud

I click my heels, but nothing seems to happen

Am I real, or a reaction?

Well, I don't know