More songs by Walker Hayes
Description
Steel Guitar, Bass, Associated Performer, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Drums, Electric Guitar, Programmer, Mixing Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer, Lyricist, Composer: Billy Dawson
Composer, Vocal, Associated Performer, Background Vocal, Lyricist, Producer: Walker Hayes
Lyricist, Composer: Ben Williams
Mastering Engineer: Brad Blackwood
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wishing
I was Shakespeare, typing out my feelings.
Thumb's about to break here, cussing at the ceiling fan. Girl, I hate how stupid I am.
I need some rest, girl. I'm a mess, girl.
Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles. Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl.
Miss your kiss the most, girl. Can't be too late can it? Taking you for granted wouldn't right.
Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
It don't matter if I been drinking.
My head gonna hit the pillow, and I'ma start thinking 'bout your sexy silhouette. Wish I could put out all my cigarette regrets.
Girl, I'm in limbo. Ain't pressing send though.
Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles.
Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl. Miss your kiss the most, girl. Can't be too late can it?
Taking you for granted wouldn't right. Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type, type, type, type, type.
Type, critique, type, delete.
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat. Type, critique, type, delete.
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat. Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles.
Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl. Miss your kiss the most, girl.
Can't be too late can it? Taking you for granted wouldn't right.
Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type. I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
English translation
Wishing
I was Shakespeare, typing out my feelings.
Thumb's about to break here, cussing at the ceiling fan. Girl, I hate how stupid I am.
I need some rest, girl. I'm a mess, girl.
Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles. Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl.
Miss your kiss the most, girl. Can't be too late can it? Taking you for granted wouldn't right.
Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
It don't matter if I been drinking.
My head gonna hit the pillow, and I'ma start thinking 'bout your sexy silhouette. Wish I could put out all my cigarette regrets.
Girl, I'm in limbo. Ain't pressing send though.
Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles.
Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl. Miss your kiss the most, girl. Can't be too late can it?
Taking you for granted wouldn't right. Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.
I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type, type, type, type, type.
Type, critique, type, delete.
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat. Type, critique, type, delete.
Put the phone down, pick it back up, miss you, repeat. Damn, hun, wish you had a Samsung, so you couldn't see them bubbles.
Late night when I struggle with your ghost girl. Miss your kiss the most, girl.
Can't be too late can it? Taking you for granted wouldn't right.
Trying to find the words to say in this empty bed I made.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type. I know I said you weren't, but I got my lesson learned.
Wanna text you, wanna X you 'cause you're still my type.