Fridge

Lyrics for Fridge

Okay, one, two, three, four I could spend a thousand years feelin' sorry for what I did You're still the one I think about when the quiet sets back in Maybe all the shoes I've tied won't be worthless in the end I'm 28 years old, but I'm still scared like a little kid Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Under the cold kitchen floors and the shelves above the sink How do I get out of here? It's an endless Christmas Eve Even though I don't remember what the counters looked like then I still want you to hold me close, I wanna breathe all of you in Ah-ooh Ah-ooh You didn't warn me about the parts that I can't fix But you kept my number on a post-it on the fridge Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Ah-ooh That's nice