Your Head Your Mind

I guess it's a common way to say hello But I didn't had time to grow Still working on all those things Soft edges, in for the test Made my longings seem so short Like ballads but slightly off Have loads of things that I should sort I'm late, I'm inspired by It's personal But it feels like a mess, really Good to go Mornings already gone Went through the the details But I must have lost I'm not bothered all that much You rarely spoke or briefed me in Your head became your secret gain I could browse the web, but I get bored So while you slept I counted words cnd as we slowly drew apart I focused, I swore Occasional I shook things right away Careless soul Breeding som tacky song It's personal But it feels like a mess, really Good to go Mornings already gone Went to long To hold on Went to long To hold on Went to long To hold on Went to long To hold on