ls6

(альбом: junk food - 2020)

I'm a hundred miles away
My MasterCard credit is maxed out
I'm cold like a Baltic Sea wave
Alprazolam got me passed out
And February lasts forever
Ancient calligraphy in every letter
I call up my mother, she tells me that this shit is bound to get better
My memory's failing, I'm bound to forget her when she's gone
Bound to upset her with this song
I'm found to neglect her, but tell me I'm wrong
'Cause until the summer, I'm struggling on

And I'm out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
Yeah, I see everything, my chances are slim
I'm feeling serious now
Ooh, I'm out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
And I see everything, my chances are slim
But I am serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now

I change my postcode like footwear, regular
'Cause I'm prone to get attached
One minute I'm here, now I'm everywhere
Dropping pins on maps
I grab my keys, no vorsprung der technik
No ultimate driving machine
But I've forgotten how it to feels to be regular
I wonder if I'm ever coming back

I'm out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
I see everything
My chances are slim, but I am serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now

I appear sincere, I apologize
I'm full of shit and 249
I'm lost, two-stepping through the night sky
I've never known when to draw the white line

I'm out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
I see everything
My chances are slim, but I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now
I'm serious, serious now, I'm serious now