Been a While Songtext
von Mini Skirt
Been a While Songtext
I wanted to pick them all up in my arms and hold them, all of them
Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain
They′re too indigenous to the area, they're all the same
They can′t exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile
Hey, man, it's been a while
Elastic bands fully stretched
I worry about their health, I worry about myself
The moon is full and hanging low
Big and swollen like it's gonna burst and spill over
Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss
Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks
It′s probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds
I wanted to pick them all up in my arms and hold them, all of them
Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain
They′re too indigenous to the area, they're all the same
They can′t exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile
Yeah, man, it's been a while
Elastic bands fully stretched
I worry about their health, I worry about myself
The moon is full and hanging low
Big and swollen like it′s gonna burst and spill over
Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss
Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks
It's probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds
Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain
They′re too indigenous to the area, they're all the same
They can′t exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile
Hey, man, it's been a while
Elastic bands fully stretched
I worry about their health, I worry about myself
The moon is full and hanging low
Big and swollen like it's gonna burst and spill over
Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss
Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks
It′s probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds
I wanted to pick them all up in my arms and hold them, all of them
Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain
They′re too indigenous to the area, they're all the same
They can′t exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile
Yeah, man, it's been a while
Elastic bands fully stretched
I worry about their health, I worry about myself
The moon is full and hanging low
Big and swollen like it′s gonna burst and spill over
Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss
Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks
It's probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds
Writer(s): Jacob Boylan, Cameron Campbell, Jacob Pumphrey, Jesse Pumphrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

