Sour

Stopped and said one, two, three I need to focus and breathe Stopped and said one, two, three I need to focus and breathe I think my friends are all holograms I think your words are just programmed But for you to say to me such a thing Who needs air anyway? Who needs air anyway? Who needs air anyway? Can't we just stop and smell the flowers? You're just a distraction I don't wanna be devoured I'm afraid of losing power All my thoughts are turning sour Stopped and said one, two, three I need to focus and breathe Stopped and said one, two, three I need to focus and breathe