Sometimes

Sometimes it'll hit me
It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone
In the deepest part of the woods
Sometimes it'll hit me
It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone
Crawling on the hardwood
Sometimes it'll hit me
Put those colors where they should be
Put them on the board yeah
Sometimes it'll hit me
Put those vocals where they should be
Put them with some chords yeah
I am growing up
Sometimes it'll hit me
It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone
Crawling on the hardwood
Sometimes it'll hit me
It'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone
In the deepest part of the woods
Sometimes it'll hit me
Put those colors where they should be
Put them on the board yeah
Sometimes it'll hit me
Put those vocals where they should be
Put them with some chords yeah
Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep
Address numbers and letters and friends
Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep
Lines they create to fill up the space
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Take a little break for football you take a little break
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Take a little break for football you take a little break
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Take a little break for football you take a little break
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Take a little break for football you take a little break
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Talk some more about it you're gone and you're gone



Credits
Writer(s): Randy Goodrum, Chesney Lee Hawkes
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