Lying so awake, things I can't escape Lately, I just turn 'em into demons Flowing to the sun, fucking heroin Lately I just turn 'em into reasons, but it refuses
Always down, I'm not up, guess it's just my rotten luck To fill my time with permanent gloom But I can't see above it, guess I fucking love it But, oh, I didn't mean to
I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything White lines on a mirror, then a song (Woo!)
Funny how they think, us not even on the brink Innocence was fleeting like a season Cannot comprehend, lost so many men Lately, all the ghosts turned into reasons and excuses
Always down, I'm not up, guess it's just my rotten luck To fill my time with permanent gloom But I can't see above it, guess I fucking love it But, oh, I didn't mean to
I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything White lines on a mirror, in a song (Woo!)
I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything White lines on a mirror, in a song (Woo!)
Compositor: Claire Elise Boucher (Grimes) (SOCAN)Editores: Nazgul Publishing LLC, Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)Administração: Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #24758043 em 24/Abr/2024