Colourist

Regurgitating lies
I don't wanna feel your lips on mine
I felt a sudden twist
My mind resets
Galileo didn't die for this

I've been sleeping on your bedroom floor
Nostalgic, but I want more
Every fibre and it brings me back to you

I feel the cold cement
My legs give way in every element
I'm wrapped up in a haze
The cold surrounding of your winter gaze

I've been sleeping on your bedroom floor
Nostalgic, but I want more
Every fibre and it brings me back to you