Vision

She told me
Something like "she hates me"
Well I guess that's that
Don't know what she's getting at

An impulse
Cost you your best run
Go rinse off
Keep pretending that nothing is real

Look at that
I saw you in my dream
And now my stomach feels weird
And I'm having trouble breathing
How funny

You had
That sweatshirt
You said
"Maybe now you'll give a shit"



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Burton-buckley
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