My flip-flops left, strips from the dirt
From playing barefoot again
Time kind of stopped, although we can't go back
We're still playing barefoot again
My flip-flops left, strips from the dirt
From playing barefoot again
Time kind of stopped, although we can't go back
We're still playing (playing, playing)
Comparison sickens me
Is affection a hidden section
That removes all imperfections?
Why does it have to be that fucking way
Bought myself of kombucha seven bottles
Hoping that it matters
Nonsense weight battles
Can we finally realise it was just a game?
Comparison sickens me
Is affection a hidden section
That removes all imperfections?
Why does it have to be that fucking way
Bought myself of kombucha seven bottles
Hoping that it matters
Nonsense weight battles
I take my chances on the road
Asking me for perfect partner
You'll burst in laughter
But I'd rather be a magnet for boys like
And all these days full of "Doom and gloom"
Allow myself to be a little bit lazy
Can't help it
Tomorrow I'll hold my shit together
Asking me for perfect partner
You'll burst in laughter
But I'd rather be a magnet for boys like
And all these days full of "Doom and gloom"
Allow myself to be a little bit lazy
Can't help it
Tomorrow I'll hold my shit together
Comparison sickens me
Is affection a hidden section
That removes all imperfections?
Why does it have to be that fucking way
Bought myself of kombucha seven bottles
Hoping that it matters
Nonsense weight battles
I take my chances on the road
My flip-flops left, strips from the dirt
From playing barefoot again
Time kind of stopped, although we can't go back
We're still playing barefoot again