I know this seems self-centred but I am so I don't care Though things have gone to shit I still look good in underwear I save up my best life for my social media A healthy mix of comedic vulnerability for love
What am I? I think I'm running out of time No-one's problems outweigh mine What's wrong with nights alone and wine?
That's not the truth, not even close I spend my time walking around talking to ghosts But what's real is my friend's lost two kids I should get over myself and all my fucking business
Selene
Sometimes I lie awake at night consumed by jealousy With all my catholic shame that radiates from inside me I romanticise over thoughts of you and I From holidays to Christmas plays to being the father of your child
What am I? I think I'm running out of time No-one's problems outweigh mine And you are never on my mind
That's not the truth, no not at all I move around this space shuffling from wall to wall But what's the answer? My friend's get cancer I should get out of my head and over myself
Selene Selene Selene SeleneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
