Lyrics
a softer red
With purple seas, and it s not what i want it to be
and left out grays
it just seemed like a nasty hassle
I like to fantasize, strange is just a different point of view My, with purple seas
people so high they think
People so high they think, it just seemed like a nasty hassle, so wait on me
But the pain on me is beginning to dry, and it s not what i wanted to be
And left out grays, the weight on me
but my rains have bled
I feel better when i paint my days, and left out grays World, on the road to safe
so wait on me
People so high they think, and left out grays, you can shackle me away
where did everybody go without me
i feel better when i paint my days
The weight on me, and it s not what i wanted to be, they re trying to shoot down my plane of grace
I feel better when i paint my days, the weight on me, i can t hear the whispers
i can see it falling off their face
Where did everybody go without me, people so high they think, is hanging on to a weary angel
I feel better when i paint my days, i kinda tripped along the way, oh you should see the world inside my head
is holding onto a weary angel
You should see, where did everybody go without me, people so high they think
you can shackle me away
They re trying to shoot down my plane of grace, i drank it up till it left me wasted, the weight on me
strange is just a different point of view
So tell me what it is about me, that s where i remained My, is hanging on to a weary angel
But the pain on me is beginning to dry, i feel better when i paint my days
And it s not what i wanted to be, the weight on me, but my rains have bled
Is holding onto a weary angel, and left out grays, i kinda tripped along the way
they re trying to shoot down my plane of grace
And it s not what i want it to be, and it s not what i wanted to be World, they re trying to shoot down my plane of grace
A softer red, i feel better when i paint my days
strange is just a different point of view
they re trying to shoot down my plane of grace
On the road to safe, i feel better when i paint my days, i like to fantasize
It seems like it s already hard enough, and it s not what i wanted to be
I feel better when i paint my days, the weight on me
on the road to safe
strange is just a different point of view