Sometimes overthinking can feel like more than overthinking It’s like I’m trapped in spaceland and I’m not coming back Sometimes when I’m floating it feels like my head’s overflowing And it’s not too difficult to detach, but it’s hard to come back
I’m losing touch, I’m not enough I’m losing touch, and I’m not enough for them
The ceiling’s spinning and I think god is winning ‘Cause I see my hands shaking and I cannot make them stop Fish swim so quickly, I feel so fucking guilty And I miss all of my friends Please, where did they go?
I’m losing touch, I’m not enough I’m losing touch, and I’m not enough for themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
