Still Chill

Must remember that it's never black and white
Your Name, tint the frame
So my head gets more into
Just what you wanted
Someone with something to do
And yeah I've got it
Not up for something too soon to pursue

Think that I'll get up before
I s**t the bed to death some more
Walk me through the garden blue
Dream me feel that I'm with you
Light spark at the sense of arrival
And a hint gives no real truth
It's still chill when there isn't an answer we could find

I went down to the flower place again
The lady there asked me who my special friend
I said "she just my friend but she still special
I don't think I can say it the other way."



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Maule
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