Last order's rings leave in time the night's not finished cuz you're not mine
Making fun
Everyone
But GPS is faulty
And there's no one home the candle flicker slowly
You can't stop me from feeling alright you wanna Sunday type of love then you love to try
Taxi time not to be seen but I'll always walk home walk home walk home if you're with me
Well, I run the past quite fancy the present I'm using the future as an antidepressant
The GPS is faulty now the lights are on and there's no one home
Flicker slowly
Forget the chit-chat ignore the riff-raff get your bag and go
Forget the chit-chat ignore the riff-raff get your bag and go
And if you don't wanna go, I know you won't be alone you'll text the ones in your phone
Oh, but you don't find love on a Friday
Sunday type
Last of his reign, he's leaving time
The night's not finished, cause you're not mine
Or I'm not done, making fun out of you