Moving On

Share my blood and yet you make me feel passed out
Sleeping on the couch [?] essential
Though I've been gone [?]
So does this mean I'm moving on
From here, not dear

Incidentally I feel them pull away
Never quite anticipating who is he, he here to stay
So does this mean I'm moving on
From here, not dear

They release me from their grip
Will you release from your grip
Cause I don't have a crash pad
And I don't believе in what they say
[?] that bad

I feel my feet on the ground
None of thеse crowds make me feel safe and sound
I feel your head on my head
But instead I choose to keep quiet
The truth that when I go outside
I feel closest to believing that something [?]
The world reminds me through the air
When some wind blows in my hair that something [?]

So don't you worry about me
No don't you worry about me

So does this mean I'm moving on
From here