u cant go back
I can't go back, I can't go back, I can't go back
But I can't move on, I can't move on, I can't move on
Just take me back, Just take me back, Just take me back
I don't recognize this man that I'm supposed to love
Morning's wistful
I'm forming lists of things I lack
Discordant whispers, more opinions, didn't ask
Dysphoric fits, I'm sorely missing winters past
They're sorta distant, Lord, I wish you'd bring me back
Lord, I wish you'd bring me back
Ay, Fuck
Morning's wistful
I'm forming lists of things I lack
Discordant whispers, more opinions, didn't ask
Dysphoric fits been morphing into sorta mixed emotions
So it's more of this to cope with
I been forced to sit in oceans
The coral's dying
Fuck
I'm sorta more than injured but it's normal
I been smoking Swishers
Tryna settle quarrels in my forest
I get trapped up in the woods
I ain't cutting up a magazine, I'm scrapping a book
That I rapped as I shook in my chair
I'm feeling trapped in a look or a stare
Working on the structures and I need some new floor plans
And more plants covering the surface
I'm shuddering and nervous
Can't tell if this tragic
Ripped fabric kissed ashes
Now I'm looking at my sweater full of dust
I never can adjust
And I can't go back, I can't go back, I can't go back
But I can't move on, I can't move on, I can't move on
Just take me back, Just take me back, Just take me back
I don't recognize this man that I'm supposed to love
But I can't move on, I can't move on, I can't move on
Just take me back, Just take me back, Just take me back
I don't recognize this man that I'm supposed to love
Morning's wistful
I'm forming lists of things I lack
Discordant whispers, more opinions, didn't ask
Dysphoric fits, I'm sorely missing winters past
They're sorta distant, Lord, I wish you'd bring me back
Lord, I wish you'd bring me back
Ay, Fuck
Morning's wistful
I'm forming lists of things I lack
Discordant whispers, more opinions, didn't ask
Dysphoric fits been morphing into sorta mixed emotions
So it's more of this to cope with
I been forced to sit in oceans
The coral's dying
Fuck
I'm sorta more than injured but it's normal
I been smoking Swishers
Tryna settle quarrels in my forest
I get trapped up in the woods
I ain't cutting up a magazine, I'm scrapping a book
That I rapped as I shook in my chair
I'm feeling trapped in a look or a stare
Working on the structures and I need some new floor plans
And more plants covering the surface
I'm shuddering and nervous
Can't tell if this tragic
Ripped fabric kissed ashes
Now I'm looking at my sweater full of dust
I never can adjust
And I can't go back, I can't go back, I can't go back
But I can't move on, I can't move on, I can't move on
Just take me back, Just take me back, Just take me back
I don't recognize this man that I'm supposed to love
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Writer(s): Pulp Evrgrn
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