Writing on walls
Faking jokes until one of us chokes on It
Fuck these four walls
That rotate and my knees spin around
As if no gravity
Is holding my head
No rooms for shrooms
Isn't the end of renaissance
This must be the year that we all do Our silly dance
Must have been that those two four Years have been so fucking serious
I fuck with my nerves
Scratching the itch
That freaks my body out
Breaking my nerves
That emulate my feels to the sound
As if no gravity
Is holding my neck
No rooms for you
Until the end of renaissance
This must be the year that we all do Our silly dance
Must have been that those two four years have been so fucking serious
It's time to lose a bit
And it's time to lose a bit
Will I be losing you
If I choose you over sadness
Let's say our goodbyes
It was nice to have met you
This must be the year that we all do Our silly dance
Must have been that those two four Years have been so fucking serious
And It's time to lose a bit