Текст песни Matches - Glom

Matches

I’m out of my head
I’m all out of shape
You’re on my radar
But not in my aim
You tell me you want me
The know-hows appear
Looking through your eyes
I look in the mirror
Bleach only one thing
The rest I can keep
Under my matches
Where my things don’t speak
Get off my mountain
I’ll be here for weeks
I’ll tell you my thoughts when
My knees feel relief
My neck is still creaking
I can’t stop thinking
But I’m out of my head
But I love everything