Crop Circles - Jon Bellion

When did our apartment turn to ruins on an island?

Where lovers used to live, but they’ve been gone for quite some time and

Cards and clothes are artifacts and clues we left behind and

Oh, I do not know, I do not know

(In case you fuckin' forgot)

When did all the passion turn to numbers and statistics?

I’ve been tryna grasp it, but it’s all just hieroglyphics

(In case you fuckin' forgot)

We tried a little space, but we flew too far to fix it

Oh, I do not know, I do not know

I said oh, I do not know, I do not know

I do not know, I do not know

I do not know, I do not know

When did thoughts of wedding rings

Become just stranger things?

I’m in the upside down

We used to dance around the apartment

Now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles, crop circles

When did our vibration turn to awkward bits of friction?

(In case you fuckin' forgot)

When did our vacation turn to fossils and to fiction?

(In case you fuckin' forgot)

All we do is fight, and now we can’t break the addiction

Oh, I do not know, I do not know

I said oh, I do not know, I do not know

I do not know, I do not know

I do not know, I do not know

When did thoughts of wedding rings

Become just stranger things?

I’m in the upside down

We used to dance around the apartment

Now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles, crop

(When did)

In case you fuckin' forgot

In case you fuckin' forgot (When did)

In case you fuckin' forgot

In case you fuckin' forgot

In case you fuckin' forgot