Composer : Daniel Choder/Sayak Das
Constant conversations
We have them in our head occasionally
I try to fight them off
Never had much luck
Every morning, intoxicated
French inhale to cover my bases
I'm too obvious
Just like all of us
Keep running around in my head what I can't take back
I'll figure it out when I'm dead, don't you do me like that
Make it make sense
Just don't let this be the end
It's always **** your feelings, your implications
All my demons on the same wavelength
Tell me that it's not that deep
Don't go losing sleep
Frankly speaking, don't have the patience
I'll be here with my limitations
10 years old in my best friend's basement
Wish I felt the way I did back then
Keep running around in my head what I can't take back
I'll figure it out when I'm dead, don't you do me like that
Make it make sense
Just don't let this be the end
Keep running around in my head what I can't take back
I'll figure it out when I'm dead, don't you do me like that
Make it make sense
Just don't let this be the end
Just don't let this be the end
