Clouded Vision

Care all about film stars
And what's in your playlist
Say you can't even tell me
What the minimum wage is

And you're clutching at straws
And you're testing my patience
The smell of denial
Is such a terrible fragrance

Say that it's easy
Well I'm on a spaceship
Say that I'm joking
So I don't have to face it

The music you're making
The music you're making
The music you're making
We all fuckin hate it

Roll slow to ya
I'm falling apart
Four twos later
Are we calling this art?
I told you
I'll see you at the start

She's walking on water
And falling through ice and
She's biting her fingers
For the rest of her lifespan

She's covered in doubt
And the doubt is a nice man
A barrel of secrets
Started sinking in quicksand

Say it on paper
That you should be happy
Well, paper gets burned
And feelings are ashy

We're caught in the backseat
We're caught in the backseat
We're caught in the backseat
Well you should just ask me

Roll slow to ya
I'm falling apart
Four twos later
Are we calling this art?
I told you
I'll see you at the start

Roll slow to ya
I'm falling apart
Four twos later
Are we calling this art?
I told you
I'll see you at the start

Roll slow to ya
I'm falling apart
Four twos later
Are we calling this art?
I told you
I'll see you at the start



Credits
Writer(s): Calum Mcilwraith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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