Lyrics

[Verse 1: Running Touch] I think I'm tired of hearing don't With ticket stubs in front of me Paint my house all shades of gold That way I can't see (Let me be) (Let me be) [Pre-Chorus] He's not real, real, real, no Real, real, no yeah no Real, real, real, no, no [Chorus] I'm not even friends with ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own I'm not even friends with ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own [?] 1,2,3 [Verse 2: Running Touch] Quarter your visit and then some As every breath it stirs me And I would have no one know Of all these years waiting Days sped, winding and wailing in an anvil of sheets Yeah, in an anvil of sheets Your nose upon mine, as I would go But who would you have if I were to leave [Pre-Chorus X2] [Chorus X2] Hey So ive close your eyes scroll yor eyes Person to person out of sight One at a time I wish i had patience to start over Patience to you