Fiimy (ft Demi Lovato)

At a French-themed party where no one spoke French
You turned to me and said: Hey, how American?
Christmas lights on the fire escape
Lit your glitter and red beret
With your vape pen and your finger tattoos
You looked like someone trying to look like you
And if that’s only in my head
It’s water I’m not ready to tread

Well, the talk stayed short and we shot the shit
How’s the music going? How’s your sister’s kid?
Funny, time moves on, maybе I should too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you

But what was meant for you, wasn’t meant for me
I know you movеd on, so, I’m trying too
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you

If I zoom in close, if I pan out wide
We were so almost, I could almost die
I could say I’ve learned but I have no clue
But ooh, fuck it, I miss you
Ooh, fuck it, I miss you