The sense of agitation
forebodes and rumination
I hate this presence
yearning to flee this existenceThe fear of losing you
Oblivious and blue
Continuing everything
In the depths of massive ponderingAnd they say don't worry
It's alright, no sorry
no sorry
The sense of agitation
forebodes and rumination
I hate this presence
yearning to flee this existenceThe fear of losing you
Oblivious and blue
Continuing everything
In the depths of massive ponderingAnd they say don't worry
It's alright, no sorry