Reflections

What's the point in all this bullshit
I've hated my reflection, since the earliest I remember
But yours seems like perfection

And I've wasted so much time
And I've asked all of my questions
But god he's not a talker and he probably thinks we're stalkers
I've always felt this awkward
Around everyone that bothers me
I hate to give apologies and I wish I was a prodigy

If everything I love turns to powder in my blood
I'll lay myself to sleep and see you up above

And I won't fall in love again

What's the point in all this bullshit
I'd trade it for a cigarette
I'm shaking hands with silhouettes
Fuck you and your willingness
To help me I don't need it
Cause nothing shakes this feeling
I'll float up to the ceiling
I think I might be dreaming
But I won't touch the ground
Anymore



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Writer(s): Eli Ettinger
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