Don't Worry Bout Me

Call off the search
I'm right where you left me
I know
I've acted absurd
And sent you 'round circles and all
I bet it's true
That calling me is calling up Houdini
Like, where is she?
Hop on a plane I'm running
In Japan just going widdit
Wrote you a haiku
Hope that he finds me in it
Getting off on the Ginza line
I'll try keep you in the loop this time

I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might let myself go nuts
I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might let myself go nuts

I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might hit you up
I might let myself go nuts

Say what Say what
Do I do but to keep the door open?
You don't know how it is you're breathing
Catching every feeling
Let yourself fall when you want
Everybody dick riders
Everybody tongue tied
When they see gold
You let 'em know
So only you can know me
I want you to show up
Like a welcome omen
I want you
You ask if I'd stay

I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might let myself go nuts
I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might let myself go nuts

I might hit you up
I might disappear to dust
I might hit you up
I might let myself go nuts

(I might hit you up, I might disappear to dust)



Credits
Writer(s): Kaelyn Behr, Rudy Sandapa, Nic Martin, Vincent Goodyer, Finbar Stuart, Nasrah Maulida Muthmainnah, William K. Ward, Glenn Hopper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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