Wept down
Hello, hello, hello
I kissed your face in the doorway
You didn't know it'd be the last time
I could be my myself for a long time should the opportunity arise
That's what I found out
Found love in the gutter
Couldn't have been more bold, couldn't have been less subtle
I don't think about anything
Never returned it
Haven't really slept since last week
I don't wanna talk about what I said
Cut off a couple friends in the aftermath, red wine on the bedspread
She said that I lost myself
I'm in my bag now, out of my head
She said that I'm not myself
Who am I then? Can't even tell, yeah
Talkin' 2025, I can show you how to
Yeah, yeah
And then my phone rings
And then my phone rings
So I looked sideways
Saw myself from in the air
Three bars deep and I'm hurting
Everything in life is fair
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison
Living for
Living for a vision
Living for
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison, prison, prison
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison
True, yeah
Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
You, you are not your body
You are not your brain
Go ahead, fuck the pain
Go ahead
I kissed your face in the doorway
You didn't know it'd be the last time
I could be my myself for a long time should the opportunity arise
That's what I found out
Found love in the gutter
Couldn't have been more bold, couldn't have been less subtle
I don't think about anything
Never returned it
Haven't really slept since last week
I don't wanna talk about what I said
Cut off a couple friends in the aftermath, red wine on the bedspread
She said that I lost myself
I'm in my bag now, out of my head
She said that I'm not myself
Who am I then? Can't even tell, yeah
Talkin' 2025, I can show you how to
Yeah, yeah
And then my phone rings
And then my phone rings
So I looked sideways
Saw myself from in the air
Three bars deep and I'm hurting
Everything in life is fair
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison
Living for
Living for a vision
Living for
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison, prison, prison
Living for a vision, prison
Living for a vision, prison
True, yeah
Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
You, you are not your body
You are not your brain
Go ahead, fuck the pain
Go ahead
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Writer(s): Clyde Crooks
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