Done With Bits Lyrics

Bits

I'm done with skits

And every little part i played

Running late or

Running away

Walking

Sometimes we lay

Overthrown, On Little couch

Little days they mean so much right now

And we're back to ourselves

What's the point of being alone

You're the rock that holds the window

Open on a warm day

Find

Soft yellow light

Sorry it's not all the time

I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes

I think i can keep this up

Cause I have the body and constitution

For your love

Daisy chain my

Wrist to yours

I don't care if you open a book

I don't care if you close the tab

I don't care if you have the money

For a girl like — that

Oooh

I don't care if you show up late

I don't care that you drive too fast

I bet we couldn't bet we couldn't bet we couldn't do it again

What's the point in being alone?