Maxim's I - Julia Holter

Tonight

The Birds are

Watching me

Today have

money

Part of used

To do

But it’s hard and tiring

I don’t understand

I don’t understand

I know how it feels

Being sick and

Woke up

I just need a pice of you

To talk

When I have enough

I can leeave all in peace

At the end of crissatory bruise

Something must tell

That is going to an end

Living every day through sadness

Stop being such a fatalist

We flew In trance

A story for you

He likes my carcer

Distantly

Down By your feet

Can start lie

If you want to be

Start something