Your Time
Now youre shown
That I feel no drive at all
It comes out of my hands
Drags it all through, in a way
Take your time I wont reply,
I wont reply
Until my mind can hold in things,
Can mold my life
And now its overflown
But lm not done
Now im told to grow
Towards the sun,
Lets it go
Take your time,
I shouldnt even laugh at all,
Shouldnt even laugh it off,
Until my hands can grip onto,
Can lift my size
That I feel no drive at all
It comes out of my hands
Drags it all through, in a way
Take your time I wont reply,
I wont reply
Until my mind can hold in things,
Can mold my life
And now its overflown
But lm not done
Now im told to grow
Towards the sun,
Lets it go
Take your time,
I shouldnt even laugh at all,
Shouldnt even laugh it off,
Until my hands can grip onto,
Can lift my size
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Brenner, Jacob Beitel, Olivia Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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