Fr Tho
When I come down
From sipping, sitting, wishing, and nothing came out
Its comforting that door's still open
Hit me up on my phone, missing inside my home
Finding fake, ways to celebrate
Look past the fact that
Every day's the same
Nothings really changed
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
(Some type of way)
A vison to hold, a body to let go
What have I done?
While spinning, drifting, getting eye level with the sun
Cold sweat, a drip inside the ocean
Wake me up where I stand
Bless me with the best laid plans
I don't need a show of hands, to set me straight
Look past the fact that
Every day's the same
Nothings really changed
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
Some type of way
A vison to hold, a body to let
A vison to hold, a body to let
A vison to hold, a body to let go
From sipping, sitting, wishing, and nothing came out
Its comforting that door's still open
Hit me up on my phone, missing inside my home
Finding fake, ways to celebrate
Look past the fact that
Every day's the same
Nothings really changed
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
(Some type of way)
A vison to hold, a body to let go
What have I done?
While spinning, drifting, getting eye level with the sun
Cold sweat, a drip inside the ocean
Wake me up where I stand
Bless me with the best laid plans
I don't need a show of hands, to set me straight
Look past the fact that
Every day's the same
Nothings really changed
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
Give me some phrase, some way to live that's cunning
I cannot believe there's something to reach, when I'm nothing
Give me some praise, sweet waste that I can stomach
So I know, know
Some type of way
A vison to hold, a body to let
A vison to hold, a body to let
A vison to hold, a body to let go
Credits
Writer(s): David Gendregske, Kinda Happy
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