That Kinda Day

In a little while, I think I'll retire to my room
I get it backwards all the time
I guess that I'm just consumed
Don't you take me there
You know that I don't

I'm inside your mind
Your red face on mine
(Breathe tastes like mine)
They say we all go to hell
They only speak for themselves

Rain, cloudy and grim
The kind of day you'd sit by the river and jump in
Grey smiles all the time
It's the kind of day you'd run out of

It's the kind of day you'd run out of
It's the kind of day you'd run out of
It's the kind of day you'd run out of



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Writer(s): Joseph Gillen
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