7Frames8

All I see are screens and cone-trees
Count the different colors, a sight to lift
Any type of humor
They only show up in curfews and your sleep
In curfews and your sleep

You keep on calling, you fucked up
I listen only to say "okay"
Each time you end your play
Each time you end your play
Each time you end your play
Each time you end your play

What did I do now?
What did I do now?
What did I do now?
What did I do now?

Looks like your pictures out of frame
You talk but mostly to yourself
The hours pass by you don't care
You can't care

Looks like your pictures out of frame
You talk but mostly to yourself
The hours pass by you don't care
You can't care

Looks like your pictures out of frame
You talk but mostly to yourself
The hours pass by you don't care
You can't care



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Salas
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