Please, can you play my sound
Sometimes I'm playing my drums slowly
But it feels like everything’s, everything’s fine, everything’s fine
It sounds more like pop but stronger, when I hit
Hours pass after 9, I rearranged everything
Because I must be useless in here

Walking down the road, I feel a vibe
Holding an ibuprofen in my hand
Jack got out of the car and the sound still didn’t stop
It feels like the sound stopped when I arrived
And everything went silent

My guitar in my hand
I'm putting on a show inside
Please, can you play the sound
I'm like kurt losing control in smell
The cold is too strong, feels like I'm being frozen
A record rewinding everything again
Feels like a reverse coming back again

Sometimes I'm playing my drums slowly
But it feels like everything’s, everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Everything’s fine, everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Fucklonely