I'll walk these streets Like a trip to the beach I can't afford to slip off their teeth Or take a bite of me My blood runs blue, is it true That you talk about me when you're asleep? I keep dreaming I'm being seen
She says hello but I don't know who she is I say hi back and I don't think that she notices I've got a bad brain for staying and focusing Taking in information Maybe I stop listening
Drop head Avoid your eyes
When I'm feeling better I can't understand why It won't last forever Caught up in a landslide Standing in the rain Like there's no other weather Drip drop on my window pain You talk like I'm insane Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
I took a trip down a two-tay track It took so long that I thought They'd never come back Grand theft auto Hanging around out back Soaking tubs on this slack Hot on the slacks Dark contrast Your fallback
You shower cold to protect your mind I take you home to protect your sight You got a soft shell And a hard fight, hard try Try flying in a straight line But you keep on ending At the start line
Drop head Avoid your eyes
When I'm feeling better I can't understand why It won't last forever Caught up in a landslide Standing in the rain Like there's no other weather Drip drop on my window pain You talk like I'm insane Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Drip drop on my window pain You talk like I'm insane Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Skyward to the gutter You don't think I've noticed But it doesn't matter
Compositor: Martha Gladys Wheatley (Martha Hill) ECAD: Obra #27655167