Yak, The Atlas - A.M. (feat. Ryane)

She hums to herself
When she, gets high in the morning

And I'm laying there, without a care in the world
Her fingers through my hair, then she disappears
Into thin air, Pulling on the fibers of her shirt
Just to get a little closer

She hums, to herself
When she gets high in the morning
She gets high in the morning
She runs, through my brain
When I get high in the morning
I get high in the morning

Sipping on your tea brewed make believe
Maybe in a cafe in France or Italy, giggling
At homes made of quicksand, goddamn
Look how we made a mess of things
Lips touching, sun and moon, its radiating energy
Saying this and that but our bodies moving differently
Singing to birds like you're motherfucking royalty
Yelling cause I'm smoking while you're going down on me
Finally someone finds me finding me, while our architectures crumbling
You could pull away at my string
For a moment I'm the luckiest
Existence in this mattress
Trying to kiss every single freckle by your eyelids
I got this gas for our mileage
I'm not the best at picking up hints
Usually distracted by some bullshit
Usually

I get a little excited when I focus
On the way her necklace dangles onto my chin
When she's on top, my chest won't stop going insane
Refrain, feel the bee sting, lucid dreaming
Grieving what would we could be, it's deceiving
Oooh, so I just smoke

She hums, to herself
When she gets high in the morning
She gets high in the morning
She runs, through my brain
When I get high in the morning
I get high in the morning

When she gets high in the morning
When I get high in the morning

Written by:
Jacob Dahl, Ryane Corwin

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