[ Featuring the Good Grief ]
Stoned on the coast
Of a city I'll never know
Just passing time until we're home
Don't know know where I am
And I don't care where I'm from
But I know that this is over
Cobblestone streets & a body left
We're making memories I hope to forget
Disassociated and quiet
Is it all in your head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
How many pictures can you take of a landscape that wont change?
Sometimes our childhood traumas feel exactly the same
Cobblestone streets & a body left
We're making memories I hope to forget
Disassociated and quiet
Is it all in your head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
Is it all in my head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
Cobblestone streets & a body left
We're making memories I hope to forget
Disassociated and quiet
Is it all in your head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
Is it all in your head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
Is it all in your head?
Or is it coming from my chest now?
Sometimes it feels like
I'm hanging
From my family tree
It's over for me
It's over for me
