Gleemer - Held lyrics
[Gleemer - Held lyrics]
Passed up lately i've been honest
Held upon my side older for now
I left something
Then I would have felt it on my mind
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter
I was the motion of all
The motion of all
You ask me the same things now
Your believing never felt that way
Faulted like your arm was broken
I could've seen off the waste I left
Grip my car door i felt nothing at all
For the penalties I write
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter
I was the motion of all
The motion of all
You ask me the same things now
Your believing never felt that way
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter you left
But I ignored you but I ignored you
All the little arrangements
You left in the house
Under the picture of him
Or the glass on the table i was
Reflected on you reflected on you
You ask me the same things now
But to leave I shouldn't be that way
I'm a passerby they crucified it on
And you ask me why I say that often
I'm a panic loss upon the great I am
Heated up alone it's too much
Held upon my side older for now
I left something
Then I would have felt it on my mind
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter
I was the motion of all
The motion of all
You ask me the same things now
Your believing never felt that way
Faulted like your arm was broken
I could've seen off the waste I left
Grip my car door i felt nothing at all
For the penalties I write
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter
I was the motion of all
The motion of all
You ask me the same things now
Your believing never felt that way
In what started as nothing
A place to lie down
Between the person you were
And the cast on the counter you left
But I ignored you but I ignored you
All the little arrangements
You left in the house
Under the picture of him
Or the glass on the table i was
Reflected on you reflected on you
You ask me the same things now
But to leave I shouldn't be that way
I'm a passerby they crucified it on
And you ask me why I say that often
I'm a panic loss upon the great I am
Heated up alone it's too much