Its going to pull at you, until you hit the ground point your ears at me so you can hear the sound of my voice will you listen if i tell you more thoughts
I'll sit inside my room Windows open listening to the world Sometimes I think about I'm Fascinated by the ones who brought us here I find it hard to
God damn this feeling i feel i'm right and the world is fucked up and prey for me cause calling my name won't find me a follower follows cause he can
us. The air is so warm, we're sitting out back Birds flying over, heading south The neighborhood's under attack Our beautiful, busted up, broken down Our very own patio with
canvas sits, yellow brush runs across it as i watch details never stop picture this, a thousand words, a thousand times unspoken and conversation breaks us down, our simple lives
These word don't come easy and what i say only makes thing worse covered up stories for harsh realities i knew you'd take it the wrong way, its just
