What It Is Now

My brain just says my bones are soft
When skin falls off, skin falls off
Maybe I fucked it up, maybe I fucked it up
Lost it all, lost control

You see me, tell me pretty things
I want to believe, want to believe
From the beat of your heart
Beating over me, over me

I'll choose what's worse now than sitting with a woman
And no man can compare him to the rest
What it is now, what it is now

What it is now, what it is now
What it is now, what it is now

You see me, tell me pretty things
I want to believe, want to believe
From the beat of your heart
Beating over me, over me

I'll choose what's worse now than sitting with a woman
And no man can compare him to the rest
What it is now, what it is now

I'll choose what's worse now than sitting with a woman
And no man can compare him to the rest
What it is now, what it is now

What it is now, what it is now
What it is now, what it is now



Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Rose Osby
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