Music: Cassandra Kouremenos/Romelle Loiseau
Blue mascara on your sheets
Just so they know it's me
In my head for 'bout a week
Until I say somethin'
I need confidence and sleep
A little less stress, a lot less insecurity
I just need a chance to get outside
To set in the comfort of my messy-ass mind
The quiet type
What a life, I recognize it, oh-oh
The quiet type
Too late when you realize what I want
Rather blame you than ask for love
It's a feelin' I'm thinkin' of shakin' off
The quiet type
What a life if I let you get inside
Inside, inside, uh
Tell me how you really, really feel
The same words that could break us down
Same ones that could make us heal
Same stare that just start that fight
Same one could make the layers peel
Gemini love on her tongue
I could taste how we really feel
Too much silence, I might fill the space up with anything
Sometimes I got the perfect pair but the type of words to just keep us safe
Sometimes I bring too much baggage on the flight and things begin to sink
Sometimes I gotta let you fly, sometimes I gotta plant my feet
Sometimes I should just let you sleep
But I still wake you to argue, uh
Misplacing my confidence
And maybe I talk too much
Maybe I should let you speak
Maybe you need quiet time
I need confidence and sleep (sleep, sleep)
A little less stress, a lot less insecurity
I just need a chance to get outside
To set in the comfort of my messy-ass mind
The quiet type
What a life, I recognize it, oh-oh
The quiet type
Too late when you realize what I want
Rather blame you than ask for love
It's a feelin' I'm thinkin' of shakin' off
The quiet type
What a life if l let you get inside
Ho-ho, ho-oh
Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ho-oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Hoo-ooh, ooh-ooh
Hoo-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh