crumbs (feat. Henry Lee)

I don't like change
But it depends on the weather
I'm still begging if for you to say
I promise I will do better

Don't wanna be the same
From when I met her
But the guilt is growing
And I'm getting a fever

I miss your hands
Brush the crumbs from the counter
Watch the particles fall
Like didn't ever matter

I know it's late
For this kind of calling
We lost our child
And now I'm mourning

Buts it is five
Five in the morning
And I'm tired
And I'm yawning
Yearning for a good time

But I'm here
Lying in my bed
Wishing you were near

I got no idea
How to get my mind clear

I know it's late
For this kind of calling
We lost our child
And now I'm mourning

I don't like change
But it depends on the weather
I'm still begging if for you to say
I promise I will do better



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Shearing-alden
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