XXXX - Leo Bhanji

You sag a little when you get alone

If I matter now I will do something

And you need someone

To clean up in here

Push-ups kissing the floor

Shitty fake plants go blue

Did you think love would be pretty

And do you just want pretty things?

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Quiet threats, no enemies

I don’t try to understand you, no

Play my shit, I lay down innocence

I count on it

Sun rises overhead, I will

Make up a reason to talk to you

A million stunning first impressions

My machine needs oxygen

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think

Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings

I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think