French Press

Black coffee
Denim jeans
Burnt beans I might scream
I just want a nice long black
French press, white dress
My hair a mess and I stress
Less but more
Tryna feel sane
When life seems a bit too mundane

When life seems mundane
When life seems mundane
When life seems a bit too mundane

I am trying to be free
To not let my thoughts consume me
I am trying to be free, my thoughts they are not me, they are not me
They're not me, cause I am me

Black coffee in cups of 6
And I sink and I swim
Tryna feel whole again
To fill this gaping hole
I might plant a tree, watch the breeze
The rustle of some leaves
Cause I am me in my own home
And I run this show

My thoughts still stuck in this
Coffee cup, over flow
Over flow

I am trying to be free
To not let my thoughts consume me
I am trying to be free, my thoughts they are not me, they are not me
They're not me, cause I am me



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Watson
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