Lyrics Spell - Quinn Cicala

Sleeping in a room with all your things
Your bed against the wall on the floor as you sing
Your clothes in a pile
You stare at the weight machine for a while think of leaving but you
Got nowhere to go, nowhere to call home
Nothing to sleep off, gettin used to alone
Take loneliness for a little comfort
No one to bother when you're sick of it
Sick of it

Hide my face, buy a blackout blanket and hang it
Stay up late and get down feelings you don't have space in
This room
You can feel fragments of you starting to move
Maybe soon but not that soon
Soon

Everything is where you left it
No one to clean up but yourself
Muscles just degrade from resting
I just wanna lay down more
Fall into a spell
Fall into a spell
Fall into a spell
Fall into a spell