when were you dreamin
and when did you last agree?
most quiet evenings
pass right over me.
you’re just a wet leaf!
your eyes in my room,
a part of the room.
and one day this will blow over.
one day this will blow over.
sundays you’re leaving
a house that’s full of me.
i get to feeling,
if i hang above my grief,
my breath won’t slip from me.
your eyes in my room
a part of the room
and one day this will blow over.
one day this will blow over.
fuck em over
who cares?
when we were sleeping
we made such a mess in dreams.
you’re only boring
i’m only getting sick of me.
does that put your mind at ease?
your eyes in my room
apart from the room.
and one day this will be over.
one day this will be over.
fuck em over
who cares?
so come over
who cares?
fuck em over
who cares?