Text: Idlewild. I Want To Be A Writer.
She's got a car crash for a soul
through restriction and repetition I'm growing old
And it doesn't feel like this
Everyone doesn't know what they really can do
No one is like you
No one is a god and nobody's like you
No one is a god and nobody likes you
through restriction and repetition I'm growing old
And it doesn't feel like this
Everyone doesn't know what they really can do
No one is like you
No one is a god and nobody's like you
No one is a god and nobody likes you
Idlewild