See Ya Later

I left my heart at home Somewhere, I don’t know Fed it to the lions In some act of violence I’m feeling vague and I can’t seem to concentrate On things that matter most; I’m slipping into the unknown I’m no more. I’m not around To hold your hand We’re strangers, I’m sorry I’m not around To hold your hand The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here (x2) So I Run Away From This From My-self I Drift With The wind The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep. The branches stop to ask When are you coming back The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep. The branches stop to ask When are you coming back And I wake up in fucking spit in their face Just because we're rooted doesn't mean we're in place The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep. The branches stop to ask When are you coming back At night I drift away At night I drift away At night I drift away At night I drift away