I was caught up in what i was used to i felt to stuck
so grounded in the glue sometimes it’s hard for me to feel fresh air on my skin and sometimes i feel like the world has already sucked me in
saying ‘this is you now’, don’t fight it ‘this is you now’, don’t fight it i’m sorry for being blind to what is new i can’t confirm that i will change so you’ll have to make sure i get used to you, you little hurricane
is it my fault i went in circles i thought if we could just admit to something deeper we could have something we could be the envy
but now i’m lying on the floor, i feel soaked but now i’m lying on the floor, i feel soaked