And feel pretty much nothing
I think that's the kind of pain
Like to think that I'm growing
But I've no idea what's un
And the foundations I laid down
are too light for my skin
And he said he wants to take me abroad but
I can barely fly with my own wings, and
Love really confuses me, like how much
are you supposed to give?
I dream in colour, hate the summer
I act tougher than I really am
I'm a fuck-up, told told my mother
I don't love her when she's
And I'm twenty-one but but
feel like I'm get tin' on
The child in me has been and gone,
I dream in colour, hate the summer
Please don't tell me this is all that I am
I think deep down I quite like being held at night,
And there's like twenty-one reasons
reasons as to why I'm here, but like
Ninety-nine reasons reasons as to why there's
just no meaning (That's quite depressing)
And if I make something out of myself,
Like the way he looked at
me when I asked him to dance
This isn't a stream of consciousness
fat fucking "No one asked"
I dream in colour, hate the summer
I act tougher than I really am
I'm a fuck-up, told told my mother
I don't love her when she's
And I'm twenty-one but but
The child in me has been and gone,
I dream in colour, hate the summer
Please don't tell me this is all that I am
