19/17

You from December 19th
Me from November 17th
Same blood, but hey, so different
Bless my mom for always being straightforward
I never said I love you to the one I truly cared for
I forgave myself a thousand times 'cause I know you knew
But things have changed
Now we’re braver than before

I’ve saved your last voice note
As if I knew you’d never come back
I ask my mind to stash it in a corner
With little hearts and notes just in case I look for it

So it doesn’t get lost
So it doesn’t get lost
So I don’t get lost
So you don’t get lost

So it doesn’t get lost
So it doesn’t get lost
So I don’t get lost

I look so much like you it even hurts
Going against the grain and no one can top us
The girl with the P, same face
And with a tough attitude
'Cause it’s the same genes
You either have it or you don’t
You either have it or you don’t
You’re born with the same genes
You have it or you don’t

With the kindness of angels
And with the light of the streets
With the kindness of angels
And with the light of the streets

With the kindness of angels
And with the light of the streets
With the kindness of angels
And with the light of the streets

Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles

So it doesn’t get lost
So I don’t get lost
So you don’t get lost
So we don’t lose it