I thought everyone was in Shibuya
My first time in Tokyo

I never want to hear Hallelujah
But one day she’ll have to go

I feel the pressure’s coming
drops on my face are falling
cannot tell if tears or sweat
I slowly learn how to forget

I feel knots in stomach
Grass always greener somewhere
I’m trying to be more honest
I willing but cannot promess

I thought everyone was in Shibuya
My first time In Tokyo

I never want to hear Hallelujah
But one day she’ll have to go

The haze hits different
Amazed why I’m silent
I connect the dots
It does make more sense now

Everything happens for a reason
The songs I used to listen to
Coming back in the chords I’m playing now

Everything we did has a incidence
I do not believe in coincidence
I overthink a lot
Make up tv shows on my mind
It is what it is till it ain’t