sinking slowly down to the sand
breathing bubbles in my hand
I can’’t feel anything at all
my limbs are like a sticky tac
pull me right off of your back
I need to learn how to crawl
CHORUS
we’re sittin’ ‘round to hear those words
that we are nothing like our slurs
that everything is beautiful
(x3)
I fill my pockets up with stones
at least they make me feel less alone
all I want is the sky
bed & breakfast with some bread
always seems to clear my head
the pink noise is a lie
CHORUS
ba ba da da da
ba da da da
da da da~