Nosebleed
I'm helping these women out, if it's the last thing I do momma
I don't ever need your employer over working you momma
We have bigger issues at hand, there's way more at stake now
First kiss was at recess, I lost my youth on playground
Hannah gave me butterflies, a lot of ice in my hydro-flask
We got married on the jungle gym, we played house until sun set
Sally hansen on my nails dog, I'm not gay I just feel different
Color bleeding though the prism, and my rain is still pretty
Yashica t4 strapped, holding time down for me
I'm looking in the mirror more, been a long time coming
I swam in a box, went on date with my thoughts
Saw the light and the shimmer, I was alone in the dark
Wait, no way, I'm weightless, floating, spaceship
My mind is still, and my heart is patient
Been trying to keep the peace under my feet
I'm done believing you'll come back
You're at your best so why turn back
(Why turn back)
You was a dime, no quarter back
I think I lost it like I wrote it
Been searching all through my home
I don't need help, but I help my momma with bills and designer
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
(Bring you back)
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
I don't ever need your employer over working you momma
We have bigger issues at hand, there's way more at stake now
First kiss was at recess, I lost my youth on playground
Hannah gave me butterflies, a lot of ice in my hydro-flask
We got married on the jungle gym, we played house until sun set
Sally hansen on my nails dog, I'm not gay I just feel different
Color bleeding though the prism, and my rain is still pretty
Yashica t4 strapped, holding time down for me
I'm looking in the mirror more, been a long time coming
I swam in a box, went on date with my thoughts
Saw the light and the shimmer, I was alone in the dark
Wait, no way, I'm weightless, floating, spaceship
My mind is still, and my heart is patient
Been trying to keep the peace under my feet
I'm done believing you'll come back
You're at your best so why turn back
(Why turn back)
You was a dime, no quarter back
I think I lost it like I wrote it
Been searching all through my home
I don't need help, but I help my momma with bills and designer
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
(Bring you back)
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
All these porta 400s won't bring you back
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Daley
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