paroles de chanson ‎stolen from ‎thin ‎air - Knapsack

Ten days
I'll keep you balanced on my hand
Something like a pinpoint
My head is buried in the sand
The balance isn't working
But, it doesn't mean you won't be close
I'm anticipating fallout
Just wait 'til I erode (just wait 'til I erode)

It wasn't warm and a walk downtown
Felt like moving through the forest
I wanted to be alone
Illinois made me a tourist
If I was by myself
And you guessed right when I left home
So worried I'm disappointing
Buried in the sand
I'm sick of these appointments
If I was by myself

I don't think I wanna be alone
Forty-five, Dutch angle, one A.M
Too late in Chicago
Lake shore, brackish air, late May
I'll take a couple days, I'll take a couple days
A week just to look through my camera roll
You fucking stood your ground
Left me with an open wound
It always felt so right

I might roll the dice
I might roll the dice
Fuck up everything for a gamble
And if I have to make a sacrifice, on God
It won't be another weekend in a national park
I get irrational after dark

We need to know what's good.
So it's like, it's okay to copy.
Take what I've done, put it toward your shit

And my album gon' come out during cancer
What a shame, what a shame
Usually I'm not the one to wait
It's on delay but I miss you
I still think I might get famous
That's on my headlamp
I can tell you by this time next year
They'll be fucking with a copycat
Who stole every idea out of thin air