This Is Nice. This Isn't Real.

I don't know if I can tell
I don't know if I can see the difference
In anyone or anything

What's the matter with my head
I can see the ghost of past and pending
It's what you want and how I perceive

Like forcing spring
In summer time

Somehow acquired on the road
Every show is just a show of deception
If god forbids then I can't believe

Both hands required every stitch
From pain I sympathize the love around me
A push and pull, a force I need

A force of sleep
A slow of time



Credits
Writer(s): Keegan Leonberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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