Kinetic
She's kinetic in a curious way
Almost like regular folk
But one big detail has changed
She walks in a curious way
Instead of one foot in front of the other
Its one foot behind the last
Could it be that she's stuck in the past
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
She's afraid of what the future holds
The clock is spinning and the hour glass
Counts against her memories
Of the things she could have grown up to be
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
Everybody's just flaunting with their time
Nobody cares for the folks that they left behind
"Backwards is the new forwards." So she says
But I don't think she's so convinced
"Backwards is the new forwards." She says it's true
Cause she don't wanna race to the finish line
To find that she's forgotten and her names not spoken
A friend got famous and a little piece of her died
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
Everybody's just flaunting with their time
Nobody cares for the folks that they left behind
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Which makes it sound like I'm the bitter one
And if can't make it and why should anyone
I wanna be famous by hoping everyone's worse
Almost like regular folk
But one big detail has changed
She walks in a curious way
Instead of one foot in front of the other
Its one foot behind the last
Could it be that she's stuck in the past
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
She's afraid of what the future holds
The clock is spinning and the hour glass
Counts against her memories
Of the things she could have grown up to be
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
Everybody's just flaunting with their time
Nobody cares for the folks that they left behind
"Backwards is the new forwards." So she says
But I don't think she's so convinced
"Backwards is the new forwards." She says it's true
Cause she don't wanna race to the finish line
To find that she's forgotten and her names not spoken
A friend got famous and a little piece of her died
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Everybody forgets where they came from
Everybody's just flaunting with their time
Nobody cares for the folks that they left behind
Everybody's obsessed with moving on
Which makes it sound like I'm the bitter one
And if can't make it and why should anyone
I wanna be famous by hoping everyone's worse
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Writer(s): Beren Matthews
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