When the summer regression,
makes a weekend obsession,
that we are all waiting for.
You see, I’m waiting for the sunset.
Never die, we know what the want is for.
Here I am just another damn regret,
laying drunk and alone, on the bathroom floor.
I can feel and do what I want to.
I can chose the length that I wear my hair.
Here I stand as we colide,
and the worlds all set on fire.
Because of you.
Because of selfishness.
Because of being brash.
Oh no,
feeling you is so lovely.
Screamin what Ill do for you?
Well I’m shaken up,
so whats wrong with my body?
Listen, I’m doing all I can,
I’m doing all that I can do,
Entrapped and entangled ivy.
You always wanted,
the best thats for my mind.
A door left faded,
because of the absent minded.
So full of compassion.
I’ve never felt so found.
I need to do something to,
release the motion.
Somethings never enough.
I can feel my heart beating,
and my days receding,
I can never see the love.
Because of you
Because of selfishness.
Because of being brash.
Oh no,
feeling you is so lovely.
Screamin what I’ll do for you?
Well I’m shaken up,
so whats wrong with my body?
Listen, I’m doing all I can,
I’m doing all that I can do.
