Gray Walls / Mustard Root

Sometimes I feel okay
Within the corners of this bedroom
The walls faded gray
A dusty ceiling with some headroom
But then I close my eyes
And all the dots they are just problems
They always multiply
Like an infection in a ballroom

If I could take it all back, I would
I would, I wouldn't
If my description from you gets worse
I would, I wouldn't

And you will think of me
And I will think of her
At times I think of you
And thinking makes me so blue
You might still think of me
But I will think of her
At times I think of you
And thinking makes me so blue

Why can't this head make a sane decision
And why won't my meds purify my vision
When everything is holy, I start burning up
When everyone is dusted, I will stick around
Whenever you start pulling me
I begin to cut the rope
Oh, why can't this heart begin to hope



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Son
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