GRAY by monikrr

this shit just destined to be complicated
smoke screens, silver lines to tread, but i’m still complacent
better pick a setting, write out what it’s based in
shot your face on eight millimeter, can’t find you past the grains, yeah

heard your footsteps down the way
i’m begging, please don’t knock, no
i’m done and humble, out the way
and don’t need you to follow
what do i with this?

it feels like i’m talking to a ghost (hold onto my last breath)
and i’m trying to justify (praying you have faith in me)
that i can’t seem to write this out in prose ('cause i don’t)
no deadline, i just can’t get by

just say what you think i wanna hear (i should take a step back)
i’ll pay you if it means you’ll lie (before i collapse 'cause my feet are cold)
i tapped out when you wanted to be clear
what i want is yours to decide

this shit just destined to be complicated
smoke screens, silver lines to tread, but i’m still complacent
better pick a setting, write out what it’s based in
shot your face on eight millimeter, cos this shit’s all gray, yeah

heard you’re looking down my way
i’m begging, please don’t stop, no
i’m ready, baby, it’s okay
i swear i get it all now
i’m careless every fucking day
it’s getting hard to swallow
i’m wanting me to be the way
i wish i always was, no

heard your footsteps down the way
i’m begging, please come over
i’m getting off to things you say
and need you in my arms, no
i’m feeling humble, in your way
come on, pick a struggle
what do i do with this?

• Pop
• antipop
• bedroom pop
• indie pop
• Las Vegas