11:22 Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
11:22
The sky's lacking blue
Way home and untrackable
It's not the first, a fool
Last bus was hours ago
So a few more 'til i get home
My nose is cold to touch
No music to colour the sound of dragging souls
Just a tired, lonesome mind, a pen and cleansing rhymes
The thoughts of a wandering fool
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