Letras
Fog on the glass
I spend way too much time in the past
Either that or thinking bout what's next
With my head in a window
Locked in my brain are these little moments caught on replay
It's better than the feeling going away
Even if the feeling hurts
Fog on the glass
I spend way too much time in the past
Either that or thinking bout what's next
It's unproductive, yeah, I know
What's gonna help me clear my head?
Help me find peace of mind
When I let go it gets easier
But I just keep holding on
Fog on the glass
I spend way too much time in the past
Either that or thinking bout what's next
I just hope she calls when she gets home
Talk in my brain has been flooding since I opened the gates
It's better than the feeling going away
Even if the feeling hurts
Fog on the glass
Thinking about things I wish I could take back
Worn it so long I forgot was a mask
This ain't me and this I know
And it's sort of my fault
I heard it from almost everyone
Shoot my shot
I'm a son of a gun
Everyone's looking for love
Use my palms
Check my pulse
And it's fast
Uphill climb but I'm on the way back