Separate For a Second I

Street lights, hands clasped
Caught in a moment
Hold tight, act fast and contemplate atonement

I smell like cigarettes
I hope that you don't care
My arms around your neck, your [hood] and your hair

Suffering others, finding ourselves stuck in a rut
If we're in the same position maybe we're the ones fucking up when we've had enough

Separate for a second
Then we hold again
I'll wait for the next meeting but I won't hold my breath

I watched you play your set
You were looking kind of nervous
We got outside, you were stuck for words and I wanted to take it further

Suffering others, finding ourselves stuck in a rut
If we're in the same positions maybe we're the ones fucking up
Suffering others, finding ourselves stuck in a rut
If we're in the same positions maybe we're the ones fucking up when we've had enough



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Marsh
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