Pulling Punches
Going in the distance
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting out of hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta
Currently, nicer days seem distant
Feels so far away and almost nonexistent
And when they arrive it's all the same old, same old
Nervously awaiting for it to go back to normal
High school seems like a dream nowadays
Cloudy thoughts in my head like no sunlight rays
This one's for Sam and our old forehead kisses
Drunken punches to the gut, I heard you were vicious
Bonfire parties, group hugs plastered
Sideline crushes with many questions unanswered
Almost fiction from how much warmth has drifted
Was it me or just the way our lives have all shifted?
I'm staring
At my Gameboy, in lieu of places I visited
Hang the cartridge on display with every joy that I riveted
Covet
Wrapped sentiments regret I inhibited
Bloodied knuckles, please condone the irritation exhibited
Moment of silence
Let me collect my significance
Give it a second
Give it a second
Going in the distance
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting outta hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting outta hand
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting out of hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta hand
Getting outta
Currently, nicer days seem distant
Feels so far away and almost nonexistent
And when they arrive it's all the same old, same old
Nervously awaiting for it to go back to normal
High school seems like a dream nowadays
Cloudy thoughts in my head like no sunlight rays
This one's for Sam and our old forehead kisses
Drunken punches to the gut, I heard you were vicious
Bonfire parties, group hugs plastered
Sideline crushes with many questions unanswered
Almost fiction from how much warmth has drifted
Was it me or just the way our lives have all shifted?
I'm staring
At my Gameboy, in lieu of places I visited
Hang the cartridge on display with every joy that I riveted
Covet
Wrapped sentiments regret I inhibited
Bloodied knuckles, please condone the irritation exhibited
Moment of silence
Let me collect my significance
Give it a second
Give it a second
Going in the distance
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting outta hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting outta hand
Credits
Writer(s): Alfredo Savoy, Angel Gomez, Jorge Porragas, Kevin Josh Aban, Marcelo Villanueva
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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