Sometimes it'll hit me it'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone in the deepest part of the
Woods
Sometimes it'll hit me it'll drag me out of bed and leave me alone crawling on the hardwood
Sometimes it'll hit me put those colors where they should be put them on the board yeah
Sometimes it'll hit me put those vocals where they should be put them with some chords yeah
I am growing up
Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep
Address numbers and letters and friends
Claws on. Thoughts are what people keep
Lines they create to fill up the space
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Take a little break for football you take a little break
Tiny worlds in tiny hands
Talk some more about it your gone and your gone