You'll hear a lot of things without knowing me
You'll read and see what my eyes just saw
But I can't say things that I really mean
Unless you're near me
So come inside my head
You can call me a catastrophe and I won't disagree
If you wanna be sad till we're 63 than I will let you be
Communication lost in endless repeat
Meaning lost in fragmented beats
But I can't write things that I really mean
So please come quickly
So I don't lose this thought
You can call me a catastrophe and I won't disagree
If you wanna be sad till we're 63 than I will let you be
Call me a catastrophe and I won't disagree
If you're wanting me just to let you be
Than I will let you be
Yes I will let you be
Yes I will let you be
Yes I will let you
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