burnt tapes - robert cop lyrics
been talking to myself all week
face up on a cheap rug staring at this sloped ceiling
i’d be lying if i said i hate it now
yeah it’s more celebrated
on and on, these habits have k!lled me for too long
so i might as well enjoy the view
crawl back into bed
i’m miles away
haven’t left this room all day
been talking to myself all week
flowers and you on repeat
through these chewed up lips
these shaking hands
these f+cking broken t++th
and i don’t know, if these lost years will define me
and if they do, i’d be glad to put them behind me
and you
i’m at an utter loss for words somehow
on and on, these habits have k!lled me for too long
so i might as well enjoy the view
crawl back into bed
i’m miles away
haven’t left this room all day
sick of talking to myself all week
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