Roommates
Hilary Duff, luck… or something, 2026
Writers: Hilary Duff, Matthew Koma, Brian Phillips
Producers: Matthew Koma, Brian Phillips
Label: Atlantic
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I can barely mention it without causing some ego trauma,
but I know you’re sensin’ how I’m tryna give you hints.
Genuine affection goes a long way with me, I don’t wanna
quietly resent you, I just want the easy fix.
But life is lifing and pressure is pressurin’ me,
oh, I wish that I could catch you in the right light…
I only want the beginning, I don’t want the end,
want the part where you say, “oh man.”
Back of the schoolyard, hangin’ with friends,
then sneak home late, wake up your roommates.
I want the highlights, ten out of ten, (ahh ah)
the butterflies from holdin’ your hand, (ahh ah)
before we tried all over again
and we became practically roommates.
I’m holdin’ myself by the front door
but you don’t even look my way no more…
Maybe like the stars at noon
you won’t come out until you’re ready –
but here I am tellin’ you don’t stay out tonight too long.
And I know we would laugh if I tried walkin’ in high heels, so silly,
but I don’t wanna ask you, I know you know what I want…
But life is lifing and pressure is pressurin’ me,
oh, I wish that I could catch you in the right light…
I only want the beginning, I don’t want the end,
want the part where you say, “oh man.”
Back of the schoolyard, hangin’ with friends,
then sneak home late, wake up your roommates.
I want the highlights, ten out of ten, (ahh ah)
the butterflies from holdin’ your hand, (ahh ah)
before we tried all over again
and we became practically roommates.
Cry to myself thinkin’ I’ll go
cuz you don’t even look my way no more…
I wanna stay your new girl,
“always think I’m cute” girl,
only in the whole world… (ohh)
I’m paranoid of new girls,
all the shiny cute girls,
how it makes my head swirl. (ohh)
I only want the beginning, I don’t want the end,
want the part where you say, “oh man.”
Back of the schoolyard, hangin’ with friends,
then sneak home late, wake up your roommates.
I want the highlights, ten out of ten, (ahh ah)
the butterflies from holdin’ your hand, (ahh ah)
before we tried all over again
and we became practically roommates.
I’m holdin’ myself by the front door
but you don’t even look my way no more.
You don’t even look my way no more…