Letra de ' Texas ' de James Ivy

You want the type the way you make me feel

Long nights in Texas
You'll never read what
I sent your address
Attached a Polaroid
Of me in September

You're skipping breakfast again
Lashing out at all of my friends
Long nights in JC
Thought I'd jump if you made me

Kicked out at 16
Take trains
Thought my brain
Might kill me
Couch-bed, my pillows keep
Slipping out from under my head

What can I do to find out
If I ever meant something to you?
I fall out of the wrong side of the bed
Was it something I said?
I'm just talking to you from inside of my head

You want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want
The type, the type, thе type, the type, thе type, the type, the type
The way, the way, the way you make me feel, you make me
You want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want
The type, type, ty- type, type, type, type, ty- ty- type the way
You want the type the way you make me feel

You want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want
The type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type
The way, the way, the way you make me feel, you make me
You want, you want, you want, you want, you want, you want, wa- want
The type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the ty- ty- type
The way, the way, the way you make me feel, you make me

Long flight to Paris
Next train to London
If I shut my eyes tight
Enough would it all

Just be so simple
Hollow point in my mental
Glitch inside of my system
Just floating around around around

You want the way that I feel
It's in the back of my mind
I want it all of the time
I want it all of the time
I'm tasting blood in my mouth
I'm seeing ghosts in my house
I'm stuck but I got it down
I'm stuck but I got it down

I've found a way to make it real
You'll never take it back from me
I've found a way to make it real
You'll never take it back from me

You want, you want, you want, wa- want, you want, you want, you want
The type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type, the type (Make it real)
The way, the way, the way you make me feel, you make me (Take it back)
You want, you want, you want, wa- want, you want, you want, you want
The type, type, type, ty- ty- type, the type, the type, the ty- ty- type (Make it real)
The way, the way, the way you make me feel, you make me

Just a second of bliss
Is all I ever need
I hit the wall with my fist
Until it starts to bleed
It's not a total eclipse
But it all looks dark to me

Memory of us as kids
Not who I wanted us to be
But I want it, I- I- I want it back
I want it, I- I- I want it, ahh
I want it, I- I- I want it
I- I- I want it