Cold Feet

The right time sitting on the front lawn
I can't seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
We'll shake up, read my words back to me
I can't seem to fake it, feelings of afraid

In dirty socks and bamboo pods
In between a smoke-filled breaths
Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind's a playground of half-thought thoughts
And I can't get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite

And it's the wrong time sitting on the back lawn
You can't seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
Oh, shake up, say your words back to you
You can't seem to fake it, feelings of afraid

In dirty socks and bamboo pods
In between a smoke-filled breaths
Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind's a playground of half-thought thoughts
And I can't get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite

Ooh, lying in my bed right next to me (with cold feet)
I can't see your face

It's the coldest day I've felt (for ages)
And I can't read without turning the pages
Oh, when everything is nothing

My mind's a



Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Hardman Le Cornu, Kieran Lama, Caleb Harper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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