Waterfowl

You were the first that i thought to ask
And 6 months on i can't take it back
The glasses on your nose hurt your eyes
I hit a low i'll hold for my whole life

I feel dead to you
I feel wasted inside
I feel dead to you
You don't get to ask why

River beds and birds that swim
Fairy lights that start to dim
I'll act my passions out i swear
I'll paint my nails and plait my hair

We're not from this town
I'll get better somehow
But we're not from this town
I'd fix things if i were just allowed

Wasted days on old car games
Writing songs with shitty names
I'd be honoured to hold your hand
But my fingers fall through yours like sand

I feel dead to you
I feel wasted inside
I feel dead to you
You don't get to ask why

I feel dead to you
I feel wasted inside
I feel dead to you
You don't get to ask why



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Crick
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