Could we wander the city?
Let the days
Slip away.
All this space
It just feels on loan
I've lost all perspective.
Steering through but my grip is loose
I swear
You can feel it
No direction to get me through
I know you will feel it.
It's getting to me
I try so hard to deliver
Now
I can't count my mistakes
And my back's been breaking.
Bet it all looks so pretty far away
In a blaze
Hesitation all on your own
I know you can feel it
I can't wash it away
There's no winner.
It's getting to me
I try so hard to deliver
Now
I can't count my mistakes
And my back's been breaking.
It's getting to me
I tried and failed to deliver
Now
I can't count my mistakes
I've been masquerading.
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Cults in Album Host Released in 2020 |