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november02 - ketchup (interlude) lyrics

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i wore velcro shoes until the 9th grade
as a child i couldn’t keep my hands from my face
decade’s passed, nothing changed
i’ll trim the weeds but i’ll never incinerate
change of plans; i hack and wheeze til i hyperventilate
celebrations selective in my mental state
is this high priority enough for the dopamine to redelegate
i think not
each action graspin for the sweet spot
they leave me or they leave mе not yet
feelings and people
two kids in a cot
truth is i forgot what i wantеd in the first place
too fixated on complicating the process
two legs to stand on, height wasted
truth is i feel like an object
but if its one thing i’m veteran at it’s getting the best of me
playing catch up for so long my legs twisted



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