Can't Play My Song

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