And wood backbone and window view
Too much of anything
Is never a good thing
Only blooms for what it loves
I am, what I am, just not what I was
Not sure of anything
And I don’t feel a thing
I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known
I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom, bloom
This summer’s been thick and dry
The same as the sleep in my eye
Too much of anything
Is never a good thing
I caught a smile like Halloween
It’s just smoke and mirrors
I doubt you can stand for this
I’m not sure of anything
And I don’t feel a thing
I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known
I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom
I’m letting go, letting go, letting go.
I’m letting go of everything i’ve ever known
I know, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom
This flower is on two ice cubes And wood backbone and window view Too much of anything Is never a good thing Only blooms for what it loves I am, what I am, just not what I was Not sure of anything And I don’t feel a thing I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom, bloom This summer’s been thick and dry The same as the sleep in my eye Too much of anything Is never a good thing I caught a smile like Halloween It’s just smoke and mirrors I doubt you can stand for this I’m not sure of anything And I don’t feel a thing I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom I’m letting go, letting go, letting go. I’m letting go of everything i’ve ever known I know, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom Explain Request ×
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