Mud (Acoustic)

Stuck in mud til I hit another birthday. Pull me out I’m not dying, I’m just thirsty. Read my face you know I’m bad at lying but my moods are skydiving, moods are skydiving.

Late bloomer in the shade, where you headed? Rise early to catch the morning dew. I noticed on clear inspection, my hands are the same shape as you. Late bloomer watch you slow dance alone. Illuminated by the glow of your cell phone. Smiles added to this new collection. Spring air through the windows, a color injection. I noticed on clear inspection, my hands are the same shape as you. No, I'm not trapped inside when it's raining, the fog is thick and I'm not complaining. Read your face and I know you're trying your moods are skydiving, moods are skydiving. Late bloomer in the shade, where you headed? Rise early to catch the morning dew. I noticed on clear inspection, my hands are the same shape as you.