Ill-Fated Fantasy
What's it matter how I feel 'bout you
What's it matter if it's real
Lighting the fuse to the bomb we created
Destroying the bridges we stand on, unstated
Workin' towards an ill-fated fantasy
Cookin' up a fruitless dependency
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
Doesn't matter how I feel 'bout you
Doesn't matter that it's real
Shut the box and fasten the seal even tighter
Keep it buried underneath every fiber
Workin' towards an ill-fated fantasy
Feelin' pressure, no possibility
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know?
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
It's okay
It's okay
'S what I tell myself anyway
Hit replay
Hit replay
Take me back to yesterday
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know?
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
I don't even care anymore
It's over
Not over
Get me out of my head now
I'm dead now
Eatin' bread
In the shed
On my bed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What's it matter if it's real
Lighting the fuse to the bomb we created
Destroying the bridges we stand on, unstated
Workin' towards an ill-fated fantasy
Cookin' up a fruitless dependency
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
Doesn't matter how I feel 'bout you
Doesn't matter that it's real
Shut the box and fasten the seal even tighter
Keep it buried underneath every fiber
Workin' towards an ill-fated fantasy
Feelin' pressure, no possibility
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know?
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
It's okay
It's okay
'S what I tell myself anyway
Hit replay
Hit replay
Take me back to yesterday
There's nothing that I can say to you
I just want to run away with you
What all do they know?
They don't know what's best
You're matchin' my tempo
And I can't let go
I don't even care anymore
It's over
Not over
Get me out of my head now
I'm dead now
Eatin' bread
In the shed
On my bed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Little
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