Slouch (ii)

I just might run and hide I'd understand if you left, It's a habit It's a noose around my neck for change. There is nothing more. There is nothing more, honestly. You're quiet, so sleep? Questioning my past, It's a habit, It's a noose around my neck for change. There is nothing more. There is nothing more, after you. You are one less star to see. You are one less star to see.