Notes For A Sunday

By Scraps

On New World

Released on October 1, 2021

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Here we are my friend

Raise your hand

Swear to me you don't want company

In this instance to formalize

Fears to go now and shit on the world

Do you like when I listen?

Pressure to do better

Pressure to do better

I know you like to keep your head

Above the water head

Right up beyond the clouds

Clouds are water

Or something like that

Like sunlight through the windshield

The party calls your chemicals

Don't ask me if I'm credible

I'm not comfortable

Just taking a backseat to witness you

Crashing and burning

Do you like when I'm visible

Will you be coming home?

Will you be coming home?

Will you be coming home?

Will you be coming home?