I find myself going to the last
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
I find myself going to the last
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
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I find myself going to the last
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
I find myself going to the last
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
I find myself going to the last
Find myself in a sleep like state
Then it dark patterned me
A lingering second person of you
I'm on autopilot
I need a quick fix of fiction
Like nostalgia with no memories
You beta orbit, hemming me
Learning extraversion, selling it to me in a tin can of dreams
That's got them stuck on repeat
Speaking with no meaning
Speak without saying things
I've got
Starstruck
I've got
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
A striving, starving artist
Writer: Oscar Wright-Shaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid