I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs and a smile
Life update: I am currently sitting on my windowsill at 2am on a Friday morning ready to go on a 10 hour road trip in a few hours. Life feels oddly weird and peaceful
it sounds aight, but speeding it up ruins the whole concept and vibe of the song. its like slowing down fast paced rap. the point of 505 is a slow, and sad song about heartache, meant to be pensive and nostalgic not sped up like this.
