Paces - Butterflies
текст песни

praying for the souls of the butterflies
as they hit my windshield
falling from the sky
and i wonder how does it feel
7am on a tuesday morning
35 minute drive pointed back away from you

so sorry we’re both so sorry
staring at your phone
and I’m leaving in a hurry
7am on a tuesday morning
35 minute drive pointed back away from you

same old story
days so boring
lay low, would you call me
on my way down, still falling

i’ve been falling down on the ground again
laying on the floor another day another downer man
i’m not proud of it
regretting every minute that I’m out of bed
staring at my fan spinning round and round round again

i should get up now, but i’m stuck down
i’ve been avoiding but it’s time to discuss how I’m
drinking amaretto from a measuring cup
i think i should be better but apparently not

same old story
days so boring
lay low, would you call me
on my way down, still falling

same old story
days so boring
lay low, would you call me
on my way down, still falling