Bridges, Tickets and Old Relatives

It seems like the sky has fallen on our heads
But that's fine, we didn't look at it anyway

Bridges are burned and tickets are payed,
We dream alone,
We're messed up again.

Don't wait, I won't be back, I want to get out
Calm down.
Life isn't private arms race.

Exams are passed, old grandpa is dead
I try to make friends but I always fail
We suck at being adults like we sucked at maths
There is still so much for us to forget.

Exams are passed, old grandpa is dead
I try to make friends but I always fail
We suck at being adults like we sucked at maths
There is still so much for us to forget.



Credits
Writer(s): Kamil Durski
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