Lyrics

Don’t understand this hiatus
Trust me I honestly hate this
Don’t wanna, don’t make me face this
It must be a glitch in the matrix
Is it today or tomorrow?
Can I find hope in this hollow
Too much to chew and to swallow
It sounds like a scene don’t it?
Inception of a dream don’t it
Caught your perfume on the breeze, always
Buckled both my knees, honest
It sounds like a scene don’t it?
Inception of a dream don’t it
Caught your perfume on the breeze, always
Buckling my knees, honest
Written by: Al Wreaves, Bambie Ray Robinson, Christian Fabich, David Nicholas, Fika, Sam Hutton
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