I wish I could forget you, but it's out of hand. I wish I was aggressive and had a plan. I could write a couple words that'd string into a phrase, but I'm afraid it'd go on and on for days and days and days.
I'm craving a getaway from the smooth talk that's keeping me grounded to the carpet in my room, my quiet blue tomb of you. [ x2 ]
Crave, crave, crave, crave. [ x4 ]
For the past couple weeks I felt kind of great, but this kind of great don't come without its share of grey. I've been chewing off bites from my day to day, but by night I'm left with nothing but a sour taste.
I wish I could forget you, but it's out of hand. I'd give all kinds of something to have a plan. I could write a couple lines that'd fall into a phrase, but I'm afraid it'd go off for days, and days, and days, and days.
I'm craving a getaway from the smooth talk that's keeping me grounded to the carpet in my room, my quiet blue tomb of you.
Crave, crave, crave, crave. [ x4 ]
I wish I could forget you. [ x4 ]
I'm craving a getaway from the smooth talk that's keeping me grounded to the carpet in my room, my quiet blue tomb of you. [ x3 ]
Crave, crave, crave, crave. [ x4 ]
I'm craving a getaway from the smooth talk.
A getaway from the...