Lyrics: Luca Marten
Music: Luca Marten
Another cycle of running from my vices
I'm so uncomfortable compared to when l felt the nicest
Last summer wasn't better, but l'll compare it 'cause don't know better
My bloodshot eyes and that written letter, l'm not a stepping stool, but l let her
I hate that l still write songs about you, it makes no sense 'cause l don't talk about you
I wanted something else, and you gave me something so much ****ing worse
Tryna win you over, but you want anything but closer to me
Your cotton candy eyes are so damn perfect
I wish that l deserved it, but l know that l don't, l don't
Tryna win you over, but you want anything but closer to me
Your cotton candy eyes are so damn perfect
I wish that l deserved it, but l know that l don't, l don't
Tryna win you over, but you want anything but closer to me
Your cotton candy eyes are so damn perfect
I wish that l deserved it, but l know that l don't, l don't