Sometimes

Sometimes it'll hit me It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone In the deepest part of the woods Sometimes it'll hit me It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone Crawling on the hardwood Sometimes it'll hit me Put those colors where they should be Put them on the board yeah Sometimes it'll hit me Put those vocals where they should be Put them with some chords yeah I am growing up Sometimes it'll hit me It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone Crawling on the hardwood Sometimes it'll hit me It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone In the deepest part of the woods Sometimes it'll hit me Put those colors where they should be Put them on the board yeah Sometimes it'll hit me Put those vocals where they should be Put them with some chords yeah Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep Address numbers and letters and friends Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep Lines they create to fill up the space Tiny worlds in tiny hands Take a little break for football you take a little break Tiny worlds in tiny hands Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone Tiny worlds in tiny hands Take a little break for football you take a little break Tiny worlds in tiny hands Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone Tiny worlds in tiny hands Take a little break for football you take a little break Tiny worlds in tiny hands Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone Tiny worlds in tiny hands Take a little break for football you take a little break Tiny worlds in tiny hands Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone