Pablo Brooks - Denim Jeans

In my head, in my bed
With the taste of cigarettes
Fight or flight
Fake a smile
As you come across my way
Kissing like we don′t know what we're feeling
Speeding like we know what we could lose
Chasing after everything we′re dreaming
Even if it's nothing we could see
So if I told you
You make me feel like this is what is meant for me
Take what I am
Smooth talking god in denim jeans
Warning signs taking flight
When you call me up again
I'll call you mine for a night
Even if it′s just pretend
Acting like there′s something that we're feeling
Crossing every border that we set
Chasing after everything we′re dreaming
Even if it's nothing we could see
So if I told you
You make me feel like this is what is meant for me
Take what I am
Smooth talking god in denim jeans
Make me believe that this is what it means to me
Let′s run away
Sweet talking god in denim jeans
You make me feel like
It's something we lie
Got no beliefs but I told you
So when you leave I
Will think it′s sweet lie
Already told you
You make me feel like this is what it means to me
Take what I am
Smooth talking god in denim jeans
Make me believe that this is what it means to me
Let's run away
Smooth talking god in denim jeans