‎orchestra

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‎orchestra

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[Intro] (Slicky, pass me a blunt, man) This time I'm screaming from my heart, not from my head Know I fell head over heels, but I just need more time to heal than you do You said it'll fucking kill me, what a bother But you just can't seem to handle if I stay here any longer [Verse 1] And I've been spending all my time fucking running around in circles Ask too many questions, treat my life like it's a talk show You etched it in my eyes and I tried to let it all go So I can be myself You got my head doing somersaults, another summer lost And now the time is gone, you're only picking off my patiencе Make a track and I'll pick out an iteration Only took six weeks for you to try to go replacе it [Bridge] Fuck my friends, they're gone, I'm a bother Wouldn't say what's on my tongue, gonna swallow it I know it's all my fault in the end But I could never tell if you were playing pretend [Chorus] Is your face drawn on with a marker? I couldn't tell If you'd waste my love or you're playing it by the bell It's a goddamn shame that I'm breaking out of my shell Now that you was to blame, my wish is stuck in the well I don't care about your fucking inhibitions You're jumping to your conclusions before you listen You're a sawed-off shotty, you hit me with your precision I've tried to let it go, but you're not giving me permission [Verse 2] I work at six and I'm calling out at five I fucked it up, think I'm stepping out of line You said you'd change, but I know you're not gonna I'm a dope fiend, spend my money on marijuana Left with no reason, you're such a fucking primadonna Why you so pleased, guess you really found your own nirvana Still not gonna sleep, but I'm over all the psychodrama If you wanna leave, I'll promise that I won't stop you [Chorus] Is your face drawn on with a marker? I couldn't tell If you'd waste my love or you're playing it by the bell It's a goddamn shame that I'm breaking out of my shell Now that you was to blame, my wish is stuck in the well I don't care about your fucking inhibitions You're jumping to your conclusions before you listen You're a sawed-off shotty, you hit me with your precision I've tried to let it go, but you're not giving me permission

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  • ​old collin