Из альбома: My Room Is a Mess
Look down
He don't like it
Blue
And I'm falling through me
Hand like ocean water
Breeze through here like
Ever
Catching the trap
Do it again
A subtle plan
Never work
So left on the 'cord
Way past seeing now
Hard to say
Blacking out
Air gets thinner now
Way too fast
Gaining ground again
When will they freeze up?