Back catalogues, that lack applause
I really don't have shit to say
I'm at a loss, with no found cause
But it could be here any day
And I'm so alive
My body's aching, sleep deprived
And all the stars are unaligned
But that's what makes it feel alright
Alright, alright
Be the first who draws
And shoot because
There won't be blood, just broken glass
And memories that fade away
They keep me left with what we had
And I know, that sly hope
I let it take a toll on me
And lights go, to spite homes
And scare those quiet thoughts away
And I'm so alive
My body's aching, sleep deprived
And all the stars are unaligned
But that's what makes it feel alright
Alright, alright