Bicycle

By HÅN

Released on September 23, 2021

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I'm standing by myself at the gallery

Talking to the paintings it's such a therapy

It's the only way I let my feelings show

This is not enough

I spend time I don't have on my bicycle

Rear brear broken so fuck it, I never learn

How do you land so safely?

Confessions I’ve heard are becoming hazy lately

I dont wanna talk to you

Theres something I've been hiding

Questions on my phone

Avoiding parents is my habit

I can't live in boxes

Cause my angles aren't matching

Call me when it’s late, did not catch what’s your first name

Can you feel it in the air

Euphoria euphoria around us

Pedaling until the end

Picasso baby and Mona Lisa they found us

Never could catch me

Hiding in the back seat

Never had a plan b no way

Tires roll on the concrete

I’m gone in a heartbeat

I just wish you could teach me your ways

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How do you land so safely?

Confessions I’ve heard are becoming hazy lately

I dont wanna talk to you

Theres something I've been hiding

Questions on my phone

Avoiding parents is my habit

I can't live in boxes

Cause my angles aren't matching

Call me when it’s late, did not catch what’s your first name

I fold your eyes in two pockets of nylon

They keep me safe, I'm driving through the tunnel

Tied tight my shoes but still stumbled, entangled

Talking with boardgames

See me through your camera