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