Letras
Curved lines, circles on the inside
Turn around, there's no use
Pumping all the same blood through my system
Trying to make it's way out in a bruise
Colors changing by your touch
Just starting with the same pale blue
Looking through the sky over the city
Obviously everything's a loop
It's so, so sad
When we're up we're falling back
Sinking underneath the grass
Lifting halfway through the atmosphere
Go down for air again
Pale spots fingers press on hands
We'll watch filling in again
You'll always be my best friend
You'll always be my best friend
I'm bound to it
Around again, around again
Under my skin
Cyclical, I'm zip tied
Pretty on the inside
I miss my new self
I miss my new self
Cynical in bliss now
Kiss me on the wrist cause
You know me too well
You know me too well
Cyclical, I'm zip tied
Pretty on the inside
I miss my new self
I miss my new self
Cynical in bliss now
Kiss me on the wrist cause
You know me too well
You know me too well