Lyrics

Another awkward conversation Ex-lover asking how I am Somewhere between a frying pan and meditation A backup singer in a one man band I'm a sea full of styrofoam I'm not in a Tie Rods I'm a backseat driver No one's driving and I'm too stoned Yeah I gotta kick, kick, kick me out of here, yeah I think I overstayed Don't bury me at des-des-des-des-destination okay I never made a reservation I didn't mean to set a camp (Somewhere between) Somewhere between a dying man and a revalation I lost my shit and changed my plans I'm a sea full of high hope I'm a walk on Tie Rods I'm a first-time pilot I'm still finding my way back home Yeah I gotta kick, kick, kick me out of here, yeah I think I overstayed Don't bury me at des-des-des-des-destination okay I gotta kick, kick, kick me out of here, yeah I think I overstayed Don't bury me at des-des-des-des-destination okay
Writer(s): Michelle Elaine Buzz, Simon Anthony Oscroft, Jared Maldonado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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