Cleats - FINNEAS

Lyrics by：Aron Forbes/David Marinelli/Lucy Healy/Matthew Fildey/Miles Morris/Finneas O'Connell

Composed by：Aron Forbes/David Marinelli/Lucy Healy/Matthew Fildey/Miles Morris/Finneas O'Connell

Produced by：FINNEAS

It's a little touch and go

You could be the crutch that she holds

Got herself a sprained ankle

If you know you know

Bad things always come in threes

When you broke your thumb you lost your keys

She plays for a different team

Scraping her knees

But it's all the same to you

When she's standing in your room

On an endless afternoon

And the summer's over soon

Maybe she's a late bloomer

Or maybe it's a fake rumor

But you've got the same sense of humor

As her

She's always at the wheel you're often on her street

You don't know how to feel you don't know how to sleep

Like it'll never heal your heart's still in the weeds

Straight off the soccer field she's still wearing her cleats

But it's all the same to you

When she's standing in your room

On an endless afternoon

And the summer's over soon

If it's all a waste of time

If it's all been silver-lined

If it's all a warning sign

If she's always on your mind

Nothing you can do either

Old crush on the new teacher

Wave as soon as you see her

From the bleachers