Na-Na

He's a shooting star I never get to see
He's a plastic bottle sitting on the beach
Sinking into the sand
Slowly grabbing my hand
Drag me into the void
This isn't what I planned
He feels pleasure but he never shows it
He feels pain, but he doesn't really know it
He's a little scared of what's yet to come
But I think he might just be the one to

Pull me right out of my shell
Drag me with him straight to hell
Pull me down by any means
Feel my brain rip from the seams
Na-na na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na-na na

He sees more than just a pretty face
But he doesn't care about playing chase
I can run all I want, and he won't bat an eye
He'll just let me go
And hope I come back alive
They all trust him to know where to be
They think they know him, but
Nobody sees inside
He's not alright
Nobody knows his thoughts at night
I wanna

I wanna know
What's left of you
Don't let me in
Give me a clue
I wanna know
What's left inside
What's there to hide

Pull me right out of my shell
Drag me with you straight to hell
Pull me down by any means
Feel my brain rip from the seams
Pull me right out of my shell
Drag me with you straight to hell
Pull me down by any means
Feel my brain rip from the seams



Credits
Writer(s): Sveinbjornsson Arni Tomas, Elisson Ingi Rafn, Bunch Jasper Matthew, Gestsson Sigurdur Mar
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