Grace Gardner - Parcel Lyrics

[Verse 1]You're gonna call me on it one of these daysWhy I don't respond when you mention her nameWhen our friends see you together, showered in acclaimI'm hydroplaning on a neighborhood laneWhy are we listening to this playlist in my carThe one she made for you of songs I think are subparLooking for excuses to pull you into a sidebarPull you into my armsFind a way back in your heart[Pre-Chorus]That's not youYou wanted someone with a little more life in themThat's not youNot someone you invite back in when they'vе been condemnedThat's not youYou wanted somеone with a drive or at least a goal in mindThat's not you, that's not you[Chorus]Summer's end scraped my kneesPuts me through the ringer to come out cleanSalmon sky every nightBut nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pinkI don't want to talk to you anymoreI'll be waiting like a parcel at your doorSilent on the steps, couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor[Verse 2]They always said you don't end up with the girlFor whom you stopped the worldIs there a part of you that's a little concernedAm I finishing this race of[?}You're painting her nails off to the side of the functionWe're watching a movie that needs no introductionWe're singing and dancing and she's acting sunk inShe doesn't know it I'm not trying to pass judgement, but[Pre-Chorus]That's not youYou wanted someone with a little more life in themThat's not youNot someone you invite back in when they've been condemnedThat's not youYou wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mindThat's not you, that's not you[Chorus]Summer's end scraped my kneesPuts me through the ringer to come out cleanSalmon sky every nightBut nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pinkI don't want to talk to you anymoreI'll be waiting like a parcel at your doorSilent on the steps, couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor[Bridge]It's not part of me wants to open upPostponed the visit I planned to not ever follow throughAngry at something so easy to beWhen I see you [?]the fumes and the short lit fuseIf it was off [?}That's not youI'm going off assumptions or maybe I don't know you at allThat's not youIf you were coming around you wouldn't let me face-plant when I fallThat's not you, I could've given you everything she does and so much moreMaybe it's you, maybe it's you