Wake up in a Picture Frame
I make my own day every day
Sorta feels like a figure eight
But it's my ninth life stuck on replay
And it feels like a waste of mine
To be searching for borrowed time
And a fraction of peace of mind
Just assuming that I can find
The energy left to leave my room
Waking up in the afternoon
I sweat through my sheets
It feels like a beach when I'm asleep
Just let me lay here
Let me spend the day looking for one new way to get outside
Just let me stay here
Let me spend the whole summer convincing myself that I'm fine
I don't really have a reason I'm just feeling like
I'm still at the beginning of a steep decline
I just wish that everything that I experience
Could be more than a product of a flawed design
And it feels like a waste of mine
To be searching for borrowed time
And a fraction of peace of mind
Just assuming that I'll be fine
I sweat through my sheets
It feels like a beach when I'm asleep
Just let me lay here
Let me spend the day looking for one new way to get outside
Just let me stay here
Let me spend the whole summer convincing myself that I'm fine
I sweat through my sheets
It feels like a beach when I'm asleep
Just let me lay here
Let me spend the day looking for one new way to get outside
Just let me stay here
Let me spend the whole summer convincing myself that I'm fine
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
