changes (pt. 2) Songtext
von AUDREY NUNA

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(I know I′ve said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin′ sicker)

Ayy
Ball seven times a day
Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display
And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me?
I was such a sad kid
Bring your guillotine, lets rewind it like a bad dream
Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine
Lost a year, of my life ayy
′Cause I′m Third Eye Blind


Feel like Abraham
Feel like comic sans
Over used for that paper by the gram
Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy

Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping
Need, like, three sermons to get through the day
Allergic to lies, I′m always in hives
But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own
Slept over in my kitchen
The roaches ate my chicken
I flamed those little wings
Call it Kentucky-fried

Made Changes