Music: Francesca Belcourt
Not living it down
I'm letting it get to me
Get to me
Fear of missing out
And missing my family
Who I am
A bad streak
Knew this would go down
They bring out the worst in me
My angels
My fairies
Why do I find loves like this disarming?
I'd rather put my feet up in harms way
Why can't I silence all the alarm bells sounding?
There's no smoke, no fire
Cut it out, I'm tired babe
Not thinking out loud
Conjure up the worst of things
Projections
The sad brain
You don't belong anywhere in anything
Go home
Do nothing
Why do I find loves like this disarming?
I'd rather put my feet up in harms way
Why can't I silence all the alarm bells sounding?
There's no smoke, no fire
Cut it out, I'm tired
Why do I find loves like this disarming?
I'd rather put my feet up in harms way
Why can't I silence all the alarm bells sounding?
There's no smoke, no fire
Cut it out, I'm tired
No smoke, no fire
Cut it out, I'm tired
No smoke, no fire
No smoke, no fire
No smoke, no fire
No smoke, no fire
Not living it down
I'm letting it get to me
Get to me