yr telescope

Hey, da da-da
I thought I caught you looking at me through your telescope
And oh, da da-da
I was baked and I flaked, I whispered what I spoke

Hey, da da-da
I thought I caught you looking at me through your telescope
And oh, da da-da
I was baked and I flaked, I whispered what I spoke

"I'm not defined by rhymes or lines
Or lies I tell as I yell while I break fucking guitar strings
And hope you'll at least pity me
Or tell me it was pretty neat to save my soul from it's own defeat"

"Oh god, he's self aware!"

Hey, da da-da
I thought I caught you looking at me through your telescope
And oh, da da-da
I was baked and I flaked, I whispered what I spoke

Hey, da da-da
I thought I caught you looking at me through your telescope
And oh, da da-da
I was baked and I flaked, I whispered what I spoke

Hey



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Watkins, Martin Headley, William Bowman
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