Poofy

[Verse 1: Marcus Cisneros]
Some things never change
Like time on the clock just ticking away
Nothing to say but I know you’re ok
Yeah, maybe we will survive
Living and live tonight
Take me away, oh well, oh well
(Believe it or not)
And I can't stop thinking ‘bout you
Oh, like all the time
And you keep on coming back right
Back right in my life
You never have to be alone, yeah
You don’t know what you’ve been missing
Not a reason or rhyme
But you cross my mind. I keep it hidden
I’ve been thinking a lot, I'm connecting the dots

[Chorus: Marcus Cisneros]
Believe it or not
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
When the world starts slipping away
Thеre’s cracks in the floor
This house doеsn’t feel like a home anymore
(Oh no)
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
(Just another loss, six feet under in a box)
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)

[Verse 2: Marcus Cisneros, Tyler Watt]
Small talk, no one wants to hear the hard truth
Don’t walk when nobody’s gonna find you
You don’t ever have to be alone
We’ll run for it, we’re never looking back now
Don’t look back, don’t look back
(No more compass or map)
We’ll make it back somehow
(Smiling through it)
Nothing’s set in stone
Finding something true and profound
Not a ball and a chain, nothing should weigh you down
I wouldn’t take this moment for granted
Nothing’s set in stone

[Pre-Chorus: Marcus Cisneros]
Think back
Under pressure, never falling, do our hearts match?
Calmest water on the surface, watched the time pass
Red sky morning, will I ever get to see you, see you, see you?

[Chorus: Marcus Cisneros]
Believe it or not
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
When the world starts slipping away
There’s cracks in the floor
This house doesn’t feel like a home anymore
(Oh no)
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
(Just another loss, six feet under in a box)
Oh my God, I don’t think I can stand it
Walking away and I’m left empty handed

[Outro: Marcus Cisneros]
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
When the world starts slipping away
There’s cracks in the floor
This house doesn’t feel like a home anymore
Oh no
And I keep on tripping, (tripping)
(Just another loss, six feet under in a box)
In the dark, all the candles are unlit
Offered my flame but you still wouldn't take it
Oh-oh