Lyrics

Nodding off to pictures of you that decorate my room. High school sucks when you're stuck on someone who's given up. I don't mind if you don't mind wasting our whole Thursday night. I feel fucked. I feel fine. I feel nothing all the time. I wonder, do you notice when I write? Do you ask me what about? Do you notice when I try to say the things I'm too afraid to talk about? No, I write 'em down. Love living posthumously as lines we liked like "because it never happened."
Writer(s): Nicholas Chance Bairatchnyi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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