Next Morning
Slight nausea frustrations
Have you seen me lately?
I gave up on myself
I gave up on myself
Still I dislike your manners
And I can't stand your presence
Be a friend and not a doctor
Be my wife and have my kids
Trying to keep my head up high
But it keeps falling backwards
Live the most fragile moment
For what feels like a lifetime
Is this rain really endless?
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Dead flies are falling
From a crack in the night sky
Will they fall on my head?
Will they fall on my head?
Hear the laughs of a million
It's the army of luck
And I'd really love to join them
But my place is on the ground
Eating cold off the pavement
Throwing up half a stomach
Live the most tragic moment
And it's lasting a lifetime
Can somebody even hear me?
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Have you seen me lately?
I gave up on myself
I gave up on myself
Still I dislike your manners
And I can't stand your presence
Be a friend and not a doctor
Be my wife and have my kids
Trying to keep my head up high
But it keeps falling backwards
Live the most fragile moment
For what feels like a lifetime
Is this rain really endless?
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Dead flies are falling
From a crack in the night sky
Will they fall on my head?
Will they fall on my head?
Hear the laughs of a million
It's the army of luck
And I'd really love to join them
But my place is on the ground
Eating cold off the pavement
Throwing up half a stomach
Live the most tragic moment
And it's lasting a lifetime
Can somebody even hear me?
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Now my throat is resting in heaven
And my legs are gone with the wind
So if I get to see the next morning
You can laugh at me all that you want
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Bevilacqua, Francesco Valdiserri, Giulio Di Veroli, Niccolò Amodeo
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