Floating Head
I think that my bed is floating
Cause when I reach out my hand
A cloud is what I'm touching
And all I do is laugh
My pillows aren't pillows anymore
My head rests on nothing
Left you to rot on the floor
As soon as you became a chore
My blankets turn into time
Allowing me to rest
Nothing to mess with my mind
My forehead's growing a forest
Cause when I reach out my hand
A cloud is what I'm touching
And all I do is laugh
My pillows aren't pillows anymore
My head rests on nothing
Left you to rot on the floor
As soon as you became a chore
My blankets turn into time
Allowing me to rest
Nothing to mess with my mind
My forehead's growing a forest
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Writer(s): Alice Felix
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