July 15th

Love this time just to feel without touch
It's been tough to feel nice when I'm sober
And you see how I feel in my eyes
Do I have to write songs all the time?

I just feel out of place, where am I going?
I just heard your voice, you were, smiling
Am I so fucking small, will I, crawl out?
To the place, where the small, just stand out?

But baby, I'll be ok
But baby, I'll be ok
But baby, I'll be ok
But baby, I'll be ok

Yeah
Don't you wanna know, don't you wanna know, don't you wanna know, don't you wanna know oh (x7)