sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
sammythefish
If we were for the real the same
It'd never change the way I see
Theres a split from you to me
And if you're trapped in the debris
It goes to show
In my head, the vines will grow
A demonstration of the world as we know, or think we do
In my state, a lucid dream
Your pyromanic self sets fire an endless sea
Of gasoline
When you come to me
There's no rain to your parade
The gardеn snails in retrograde
When you comе to me
There's no game thats left to play
You're gone on just another day
And left your trash in the room
A snapshot of your life, if not a tomb
Drag myself along
I'm chasing colors on the hectagon
She's messing with the spirits, sound your siren if you hear it
But for me? (but for me?)
But for me? (but for me?)
Just know that
You're in mind whenever I decide to leave you
How do I, until the end of time not see you?
In the end, there's nothing I regret, more than being in love
Just know that
You're my heart, my soul, until I let you go
If you don't know, I left you presents by the road and maybe
Till then, nothing I regret, more than not going through
And that before you
'Cuz how do you think I feel?
When I cannot run
And I cannot kneel
And I cannot do anything you want
Thats under the sun?
'Cuz how do you think I feel?
When I cannot run
And I cannot kneel
And I cannot do anything you want
Thats under the sun?