Is it safe to say I'm sorry for what I've done
Lying down on a slated floor, my wrist begins to run
And I was coughing out my ribs after just a couple hits
Of every small aggression I've known taken at once
Is it cool to stick around for the lights-off
Come see me in my room, always speaking off the cuff
And just like children build toy houses out of plastic blocks and boxes
I'm just looking for a refuge to call my own
But it's cool and it's calm, it's difficult outside
The fear stacks in twisted assembly lines
Ecstatic gears and wasted years, lack of willingness to grow
But it's still cool
It's still cool to be here, romanticised, or no
Is there a bullshit mathematic for where I stand
Fingers crack to spinal tap and my doubt's gone with the lamp
So follow me to the ceiling at the apex of your breathing
I've got with me every single thought I need
Try to regain some duplicity
Like Amelia Earhart disappeared in ciphered breeze
Difficult to find the place inside the Atlantic where it was made
But it's still you, I love you
I love you in that blank haze
Parker Lee - Amelia Earhart Lyrics
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Is it safe to say I'm sorry for what I've done
Lying down on a slated floor, my wrist begins to run
And I was coughing out my ribs after just a couple hits
Of every small aggression I've known taken at once
Is it cool to stick around for the lights-off
Come see me in my room, always speaking off the cuff
And just like children build toy houses out of plastic blocks and boxes
I'm just looking for a refuge to call my own
But it's cool and it's calm, it's difficult outside
The fear stacks in twisted assembly lines
Ecstatic gears and wasted years, lack of willingness to grow
But it's still cool
It's still cool to be here, romanticised, or no
Is there a bullshit mathematic for where I stand
Fingers crack to spinal tap and my doubt's gone with the lamp
So follow me to the ceiling at the apex of your breathing
I've got with me every single thought I need
Try to regain some duplicity
Like Amelia Earhart disappeared in ciphered breeze
Difficult to find the place inside the Atlantic where it was made
But it's still you, I love you
I love you in that blank haze
Lying down on a slated floor, my wrist begins to run
And I was coughing out my ribs after just a couple hits
Of every small aggression I've known taken at once
Is it cool to stick around for the lights-off
Come see me in my room, always speaking off the cuff
And just like children build toy houses out of plastic blocks and boxes
I'm just looking for a refuge to call my own
But it's cool and it's calm, it's difficult outside
The fear stacks in twisted assembly lines
Ecstatic gears and wasted years, lack of willingness to grow
But it's still cool
It's still cool to be here, romanticised, or no
Is there a bullshit mathematic for where I stand
Fingers crack to spinal tap and my doubt's gone with the lamp
So follow me to the ceiling at the apex of your breathing
I've got with me every single thought I need
Try to regain some duplicity
Like Amelia Earhart disappeared in ciphered breeze
Difficult to find the place inside the Atlantic where it was made
But it's still you, I love you
I love you in that blank haze
Writer: Jowan Mead
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