Don't You Think the Air Is Stuffy?

Bring it to me, the nostalgia
You say you want some
Lyricism about the fire
You had when you were young
Sleeping by the TV
Bright gaming colors
Waking up alone in a room
Full of good boredom
Gossip run through the night and
I don't think I can even do the right writing
About the feelings of feeling wrong
Can't worship between the shifts of doing the right lines
About the weather or when you tag along
Bring it to me, honest houses
Looking light as fuck
As if i'm counting
All paranoias that
You pretend to evoke
Gossip run through the night and
I don't think I can even do the right writing
About the feelings of feeling wrong
Can't worship between the shifts of doing the right lines
About the weather or when you tag along



Credits
Writer(s): Oxy
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