midnight coward
stars
sweetness, sweetness never suits me
when i get it up to take you home
maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
now i'm walking with the sun in my mouth
worry, worry isn't well
gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand
what can't be decided
in the morning it will bring itself to you
i can't see what's coming
but i'm not saying it
sickness, weakness at the thought
of how you're going to play it
how long should i stay
promises, promises never cease to assist it
now i'm back on my back
please bite your words
hurry, hurry to believe
i can always trust as much as you deceive
what can't be decided
in the morning it will bring itself to you
i can't see what's coming
but i'm not saying it
what's your middle name?
how do you play the game?
i'll be the first to leave
when did i grow up?
i don't want to say too much
i'll be the first to leave
what can't be decided
in the morning it will bring itself to you
what can't be decided
before you enter thinking maybe it was you
and i can't see what's coming
i can't see what's coming
i can't see what's coming
but i'm not saying it
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