Lyrics

[Verse 1] Coming down from my post-apocalyptic haze I touch myself when I think about your gaze You wind me up, scared you'll leave me black and blue Remind me of days that never felt so hell [Chorus] This is something to write home about But I got no home to figure out This is something for the books But I got no aim to steal your looks [Verse 2] Trying to catch water with my bare hands I can never get enough I guess I could just grab a cup But I'm stuck like sand, so come fill me up [Chorus] This is something to write home about But I got no home to figure out This is something for the books But I got no aim to steal your looks [Verse 3] Don't wanna bе the sand that slows you down Just wanna be the typе that gets you high We've said our goodbyes Now there's no need to cry [Chorus] This is something to write home about But I got no home to figure out This is something for the books But I got no aim to steal your looks