Lyrics

In my mind this could work But truth be told I'm tipsy and we've been here before Cloudy thoughts filling up this empty space Everything looks so great Behind closed eyes I can't take the way you say don't go But you already know this ain't gonna work I'm tangled up in hope Tripping down the road everywhere I go I need something real Something I can poses. process, literally feel I want to feel it in my bones I want a place to call my own Searching for a picture perfect way to die Baby just you and I Let's break some bread Wait for the end We can get high and play pretend The goddamn way you say come on don't go You make me feel like I'm running for the door Don't make me say it You're crazy I hate it Don't make me say it You're crazy and I fucking hate it I need something real Something I can poses. process, literally feel I want to feel it in my bones I want a place to call my own All of this time I knew it was for nothing But it was so contagious You've got me locked in your grip You taste so refreshing You are like a drug You get me high You are like a drug You get me high I need something real Something I can poses. process, literally feel I want to feel it in my bones I want a place to call my own
Writer(s): Jessica Sharman, Orla O Neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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