Searching Blind

I'm feeling low
I'm on my own
Your face on my phone
The worlds turning slow
Every seconds an hour
The days are all years
I'm flat on my back
As my ears fill with tears

Why do I care
Why must I be stuck in your head
Why can't I live with you
Without you its dread
If you saw me like I do
We wouldn't be here
Why do I pull away from
The things I hold dear
These questions have answers that I may not find
The fact of the matter is I'm searching blind
Maybe it helps to pull them from my head
But my bedroom walls havent talked to me yet

I wish that I could be like you
Fuck this and fuck the things I do
Where's that light coming from that's shining in your soul
The place that I am coming from is pretty god damn cold
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck the things I do
I wish that I could be like you

I wish that I could be like you
Fuck this and fuck the things I do
Where's that light coming from that's shining in your soul
The place that I am coming from is pretty god damn cold
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck the things I do
I wish that I could be like you



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Barone, Zachary Gerhardy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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