Lyrics: Quinten De Pauw
Music: Quinten De Pauw
I work on my grown case
I appear busy like every day
coffee from outside, I’m happy to pay
it’s hard to not spend every euro I make
I should be done soon
set for a trail with a paved way
the worry can fade away
along with the dream, these songs that I made
barely step foot in the booth
I got lost at a rave
time on my screen through the roof
they don’t know my name
it’s friends of friends
it’s not the same
I’m hating how often I’m feeling this way
aware of myself ’til I no longer move
that i can’t seem to shake
if it’s anything that september’s gonna take
if it’s living off little flare ups of that space
are you rolling once you tipped over the peak
it’s the coldness of the dried sweat on your tee
if it’s anything that september’s gonna take
(I can feel it too)
if it’s living off little flare ups of that space
(he looks just like you)
are you rolling once you tipped over the peak
it’s the coldness of the dried sweat on your tee
a press on my chest
ain’t turning my neck
no I don’t see you, ‘kay
my fleece ain’t tech
I go back ’n forth
it’s very direct
it’s no UTI
but who’s gonna check
the bartender knows, it’s a lack of respect
I settle the guilt when I get to reflect
I’m watching the road, from up on your
balcony
different nights starting to look all the
same to me
I turned 23
I turned 24
the song is still not out though
I’m grown but it’s crazy like fou
and it’s scary like boo
and it’s fast like it’s times two
it’s everything else, it’s that I don’t
feel at ease
rain on my pelt, it’s re-heating lefto
meals
send me on my way
away