Hemma Songtext
von Tribe Friday

Some things grow like rips in worn out clothes
Sorry sweetheart, that′s just how it goes
First it's there, and then it′s not
And that's fine, settled, done
Hemma


I was x-teen holding up a pose
"I'm not bleeding, this is just how I float"
And I remember laughing through drags
′cause oh god damn it was funny to hear you say we won′t be growing old
Like it wasn't literal
Hemma

Twenty-something, I′m still trying to patch the holes
You can catch me any single fucking place but home
First we're kids, and then we′re not
And I'm scared that this is all I got
Hemma

I′m all good it's just been a minute, I-
It's fine if you′d just wait a minute, I-
I′m all good it's just been a minute
I′m home