Close to the Sun

They lie about the noise in New York it's so quiet here
Been thinking bout the ways that I hurt, my hands completely off the wheel
Swerving in my subconscious
Is anyone here?
I get a little bit nauseous

Bloody from biting my tongue
I flew too close to the sun
Looking through gaps in the trees
I swore that you were the one
Draining the air from my lungs
I didn't wanna believe
It was me

Across the country is fine
Speaking through power lines
I throw away what I write
In case it turns out I might
Mean the things that I'm venting
Genuinely pretending

Bloody from biting my tongue
I flew too close to the sun
Looking through gaps in the trees
I swore that you were the one
Draining the air from my lungs
I didn't wanna believe
It was me



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Shoemaker, Brandon Shoop
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