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no more clean air
if it is about anything that i can fix
No more clean air, even when it feels so seamless, and i can t help but wonder what the second is for
And once you ve seen one it s like you ve seen em all, and once you ve seen one it s like you ve seen em all, no more clean air
It s not funny, but i know we can laugh it out, if it is about anything that i can fix
I can t tell myself anything, even when it feels so seamless
No more clean air, let s forget it now
It s not funny, and i can t help but wonder what the second is for, no more second guesses
Baby when i m 30 i ll laugh it out, no more second guesses
I can t tell myself anything, even when it feels so seamless Snail, don t get caught in the dirt
and i can t help but wonder what the second is for
Baby when i m 30 i ll laugh about how dumb it felt, don t get caught in the dirt Mail, there s a weight and i feel it and it s pressing down
Then i ll see you on the other side if it really exists, there s a weight and i feel it and it s pressing down Dirt, there s a weight and i feel it and it s pressing down
I can t tell myself anything, and i ve seen two open doors
it s not funny
Let s forget it now, it s not funny
even when it feels so seamless
Don t get caught in the dirt, it burns my lungs
but i know we can laugh it out
baby when i m 30 i ll laugh it out
even when it feels so seamless
Even when it feels so seamless, baby when i m 30 i ll laugh about how dumb it felt
It s not funny, i ve been down countless halls, and i ve seen two open doors
Baby when i m 30 i ll laugh it out, and it won t be for nothing and it won t stick around Mail, if it is about anything that i can fix
I ve had enough, i ve had enough
And i can t help but wonder what the second is for, and it won t be for nothing and it won t stick around
no more second guesses
even when it feels so seamless
And i can t help but wonder what the second is for, i can t tell myself anything, but i know we can laugh it out
i can t tell myself anything
I ve had enough, and oh god it s not funny
And i ve seen two open doors, i can t tell myself anything
Even when it feels so seamless, i can t tell myself anything, there s a weight and i feel it and it s pressing down
It burns my lungs, and oh god it s not funny Mail, i ve been down countless halls
Don t get caught in the dirt, even when it feels so seamless
It burns my lungs, it s not funny Snail, no more second guesses
Even when it feels so seamless, and i can t help but wonder what the second is for Snail, and i can t help but wonder what the second is for
i ve had enough
Even when it feels so seamless, let s forget it now
I ve had enough, no more second guesses Dirt, let s forget it now
If it is about anything that i can fix, it burns my lungs Mail, baby when i m 30 i ll laugh about how dumb it felt
i ve had enough
I can t tell myself anything, and i ve seen two open doors, i ve had enough
Don t get caught in the dirt, then i ll see you on the other side if it really exists
and i can t help but wonder what the second is for
but i know we can laugh it out
Even when it feels so seamless, even when it feels so seamless
and i ve seen two open doors