New Age Americans & Pilot the Helm - fallback.

Sometimes you get lost in the cold
But I was there to take you home
But you never said thank you
No, you never said never said never said
Your cooking that synthetic love, oh
Hoping that I write your song, oh
We could've done better
We could've done better
We Could've done we could've done we could've done better
But these days
These days
Oh oh oh
Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh
I gave up my flesh and skin
When you needed something to hide in
But you kept it as a plaything
& you never said never said never said
When the monsters come to take you away
Mania tempting fate
You'll reach for something to keep you here
But these days
These days
Oh oh oh
Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh
Letters from the head, speaking for the dead
I'm chasing ghosts that said, come and fall back
Serotonin take my bones, stain my sheets & fuck with my soul
Chasing time like you gave any up
You said it'd be better but that's all you know
Fall is it falling, I don't know where the ground is
Phantom machine that is keeping me in haze

Written by:
JONATHAN SMITH, MIA LEANNE CHERIE FIELDES, REBECCA ST. JAMES, SETH DAVID MOSLEY

Publisher:
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