tell me
how i used to be
a paper box
piled up in
storage
my mind was wanderin’
in the meaninglessness i have
i was afraid
of holidays
cause there’s nothing to do
like a slave
of routine i made
stuck in the loop
in this life of race
i was a disgrace
who’s soaked in the rain
need a
flash grenade
inside my brain
to see anything new
that’s all you can feel
when you’ve lost desire
for a woman, for the world
i was tired
and she led me into her dream
that i used to dream before
so i appreciate she brought me
the thing called love
a little walk while she’s goin home
cus obviously
i wanted to be with her
but i forgot something else to say
so i said
oh i needed some fresh air
i was afraid
of holidays
cause there’s nothing to do
like a slave
of routine i made
stuck in the loop
in this life of race
i was a disgrace
who’s soaked in the truth
need a
flash grenade
inside my brain
to see anything new
that’s all you can feel
when you’ve lost desire
for a woman, for the world
i was tired
and she led me into her dream
that i used to dream before
so i appreciate she brought me
the thing called love