I close my eyes and the dark calms me down A little quiet refuge, that I have found I think I'm over all the hyperbolic chambers that sucked me in Now it's me and my old friend SportsCenter just living
I hate to be a bother, but could you leave me the fuck alone? I've been meaning to call you sometime if I could just pick up my phone And I've been trying so hard to get out of the haze Pushing back the curtains almost every day 'Cause I've still got your numbеr I just can't pick up my phone
I took a break from the racе, opting out A trivial pursuit that doesn't need me now I think I'm over all the hyperbolic chambers that sucked me in I'm no longer accepting feedback from strangers it's just too grim
I hate to be a bother, but could you leave me the fuck alone? I've been meaning to call you sometime if I could just pick up my phone And I've been trying so hard to get out of the haze Pushing back the curtains almost every day 'Cause I've still got your number I just can't pick up my phone Hey there, it's me, don't leave a message after the beep
I hate to be a bother, but could you leave me the fuck alone? I've been meaning to call you sometime if I could just pick up my phone And I've been trying so hard to get out of the haze Pushing back the curtains almost every day 'Cause I've still got your number I just can't pick up my phone
Compositores: Daniel Michael Armbruster, Joseph Dimaggio Morinelli, Paul Edward Brenner ECAD: Obra #43784474