Roses & Daffodils
Shuffling roses and daffodils
Some people run around and don't live for real
I know it's hard to explain
But you the only real thing on my brain
Shuffling pennies around the desk
Counting money, got nothing left
Picked up the bags, ran away from home
Windshield wiping, the rain atone
Bags from the past
Nothing ain't gonna last
Reel up the hook
Gotta pull it in fast
Nothing on the hook once it came out of the surface
Once again I've done nothing but a disservice
Yeah
I do nothing but give, Nothing coming back
With nothing to live, that's why i ran
Away from home, with everything that was shown
I know I am wrong, but deep inside, my feelings strong, I gotta keep em in line
All my dreams and accomplishments
Everyone came and totalled them
Anything that i try to do
I fall down and come stumbling
Down the hill i come rattling
Cos i feel like a tool just shattering
Shuffling roses and daffodils
Some people run around and don't live for real
I know it's hard to explain,
But you the only real thing on my brain.
Shuffling pennies around the desk
Counting money, got nothing left
Picked up the bags, ran away from home
Windshield wiping, the rain atone
Some people run around and don't live for real
I know it's hard to explain
But you the only real thing on my brain
Shuffling pennies around the desk
Counting money, got nothing left
Picked up the bags, ran away from home
Windshield wiping, the rain atone
Bags from the past
Nothing ain't gonna last
Reel up the hook
Gotta pull it in fast
Nothing on the hook once it came out of the surface
Once again I've done nothing but a disservice
Yeah
I do nothing but give, Nothing coming back
With nothing to live, that's why i ran
Away from home, with everything that was shown
I know I am wrong, but deep inside, my feelings strong, I gotta keep em in line
All my dreams and accomplishments
Everyone came and totalled them
Anything that i try to do
I fall down and come stumbling
Down the hill i come rattling
Cos i feel like a tool just shattering
Shuffling roses and daffodils
Some people run around and don't live for real
I know it's hard to explain,
But you the only real thing on my brain.
Shuffling pennies around the desk
Counting money, got nothing left
Picked up the bags, ran away from home
Windshield wiping, the rain atone
Credits
Writer(s): Cayden Dacion
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