impossible game
I'm a dark sheep looking for a getaway
I got two plane tickets, baby name your place
Neighbors' dog, plotting out his escape
I ran downstairs and unlocked that gate
Well, sometimes you do what you feel
Well, most times I feel like shit
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
Woke up living in yesterday
Walked to the store, there's a game to play
That scratch off ticket never did bring luck
I'm out back wishing I still gave a fuck
Well, sometimes you get what you give
Most people just take it
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
It's just these little things
I wish they didn't mean so much
It's such a silly thing
But it makes you think you're out of touch
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
I got two plane tickets, baby name your place
Neighbors' dog, plotting out his escape
I ran downstairs and unlocked that gate
Well, sometimes you do what you feel
Well, most times I feel like shit
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
Woke up living in yesterday
Walked to the store, there's a game to play
That scratch off ticket never did bring luck
I'm out back wishing I still gave a fuck
Well, sometimes you get what you give
Most people just take it
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
It's just these little things
I wish they didn't mean so much
It's such a silly thing
But it makes you think you're out of touch
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away
Tried my hold on to this impossible game
And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say?
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Dimitri
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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