Nibbles from the back, my blood vessels
Today it won't work out
What if someone criticizes
Day after day, someone's focused
Someone paints and I pass on call
Once again
Lasts for ages
Sensual starvation and I cut, transplant, stop
I am a perfect outsider
Addresses are in column constantly busy
Someone asks a question
(When to count the ducklings, where to Spend the winter?)
5 years ago, in the fall
Forgive me, but I'm temporarily in a coma
The whip from self-flagellation getting totally worn out
And if there is a way out
Through medication, numbers act as a stop signal
The age limit is on the edge
Honestly speaking, it's too late, time suggests to hang
The cleats on the nail
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over the body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Shuffled texts
Checked handwritings
Worrying about what you'll say
What you'll ask
Or even worse
Will doubt originality of ideas
Meanwhile
You were raising your kids
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Nibbles from the back, my blood vessels
Today it won't work out
What if someone criticizes
Day after day, someone's focused
Someone paints and I pass on call
Once again
Lasts for ages
Sensual starvation and I cut, transplant, stop
I am a perfect outsider
Addresses are in column constantly busy
Someone asks a question
(When to count the ducklings, where to Spend the winter?)
5 years ago, in the fall
Forgive me, but I'm temporarily in a coma
The whip from self-flagellation getting totally worn out
And if there is a way out
Through medication, numbers act as a stop signal
The age limit is on the edge
Honestly speaking, it's too late, time suggests to hang
The cleats on the nail
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over the body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Shuffled texts
Checked handwritings
Worrying about what you'll say
What you'll ask
Or even worse
Will doubt originality of ideas
Meanwhile
You were raising your kids
Today it won't work out
What if someone criticizes
Day after day, someone's focused
Someone paints and I pass on call
Once again
Lasts for ages
Sensual starvation and I cut, transplant, stop
I am a perfect outsider
Addresses are in column constantly busy
Someone asks a question
(When to count the ducklings, where to Spend the winter?)
5 years ago, in the fall
Forgive me, but I'm temporarily in a coma
The whip from self-flagellation getting totally worn out
And if there is a way out
Through medication, numbers act as a stop signal
The age limit is on the edge
Honestly speaking, it's too late, time suggests to hang
The cleats on the nail
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over the body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Eyes rush in a panic, and hands are doing when the soldering tip
Slides over body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks promises losses
Eyes rush in panic, and hands do
Shuffled texts
Checked handwritings
Worrying about what you'll say
What you'll ask
Or even worse
Will doubt originality of ideas
Meanwhile
You were raising your kids
Writer: Kia Abhari, Violetta Valeeva
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid