Testo
Spent some time in a fountain
I think I like how it felt
And not deep enough
It never sunk in
Some things you can count on
I got a number and a night with him
Sometime later on when the couch is a godsend
Ah, threw a dish in the sink
It didn't feel like attached
I think I'm halfway there to taking care of myself
It's a half-hour into this day
Already I like my chances
A word for this
Is an experience
Delayed by rain
Sometimes something to embrace it's the asphalt
It's the sound they can make
A short path to a set-back
I'm on the sidewalk
It's my floor-plan and it's scorching
Well everything is brand new all recently moved
I push myself to the brink and then I pull myself back
I think I'm halfway there to taking care of myself
It's a half-hour into this day
Already I like my chances
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience
A word for this
Is an experience