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Utwór solis został wydany 12 grudnia 2025 przez Dance Like No One's Watching jako część albumu solis - Single
Data wydania12 grudnia 2025
WytwórniaDance Like No One's Watching
JęzykEnglish
BPM120
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

On my mind, all the time, you lay there
I'm waiting for my gut to tell me I'm wrong
Abusing my trust and I can't play fair
I think they were right about us all along
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm grown
Tell me I'm overdramatic
Ignoring my vices, ignoring my pain
Just tell me, is it my habits?
Is it my baggage that put you off?
Is it my colors that set you off?
Is it my, is it my, is it my—
Ain't worth what you taught me
Please, babe, whisper softly
The shore falls back into deep sea
These days, I don't know (Yeah)
You give me highs and lows
You give me yes and nos
You give me heart palpitations, you know
You make it hard to go
You make it hard to know
Just knowing your lies gone a little bit cold
On my mind, all the time, you lay there
I'm waiting for my gut to tell me I'm wrong
Abusing my trust and I can't play fair
I think they were right about us all along
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm grown
Tell me I'm overdramatic
Ignoring my vices, ignoring my pain
Just tell me, is it my habits?
Is it my baggage that put you off?
Is it my colors that set you off?
Is it my, is it my, is it my—
Been waking up at dusk
Friends asking me to take some
Lost love turned to fake love
Realized life's just a take one
Realized life's not a playground
Mistakes I make, you always take down
Asking you to take a break now
But could you save me if I say how?
Looking for love in a lost place
Looking for you on my off day
Trying to save what I can't save, yeah, um
Trying to fit into clichés
Ain't gonna bring back what we break, we break (Mm, mm, yeah)
On my mind, all the time, you lay there
I'm waiting for my gut to tell me I'm wrong
Abusing my trust and I can't play fair
I think they were right about us all along
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm grown
Tell me I'm overdramatic
Ignoring my vices, ignoring my pain
Just tell me, is it my habits?
Is it my baggage that set you off?
Is it my colors that set you off?
Is it my, is it my, is it my—
Written by: Kyle Moede, Phillip Segarra

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