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Tom Verberne - Look Down Lyrics



Tom Verberne - Look Down Lyrics




No one else left
And I look down on my years
Ain't been trying my best
And I've been growing my fears
All of my friends
They laugh in front of my back
That shit kinda hurts
I might take off my bag
Off my bag
(Am I the runt of the pack
That's why I show them no tracks
That's why I turn to my Mac)
Lunchtimes in another place
We at school but it feels away
Hour with you and it make my day
Hour with you leaves me in a daze
Just got over feeling nervous
None of us deserve this
Every day I'm more convinced
That maybe you are perfect
Only come to terms with
How much

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

The only one that can reduce me to tears
I hate what I've done
Won't forgive me for years
Misthought what's left
And now I'm lost from here
Dread a life without you next year
Last day for a lot of things
That I'll never miss
Sitting in class and taking in nothing
Piano and you about the only thing
To stop the suffering
But maybe I'll pretend
That this has no end
Maybe I'll pretend
That we are better as friends
Maybe I'll pretend
And stay ignorant
To how

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

But I swear you'll find a high
Something to get by
And I worry day and night
That you won't cause I owe it

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

(The silhouette of) You girl
Owe it to you
Owe it to you
Owe it to you

Lunchtimes in another place
We at school but it feels away
Hour with you and it make my day
Hour with you leaves me in a daze
Leaves me in a daze
Leaves me in a daze
You make my day
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No one else left
And I look down on my years
Ain't been trying my best
And I've been growing my fears
All of my friends
They laugh in front of my back
That shit kinda hurts
I might take off my bag
Off my bag
(Am I the runt of the pack
That's why I show them no tracks
That's why I turn to my Mac)
Lunchtimes in another place
We at school but it feels away
Hour with you and it make my day
Hour with you leaves me in a daze
Just got over feeling nervous
None of us deserve this
Every day I'm more convinced
That maybe you are perfect
Only come to terms with
How much

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

The only one that can reduce me to tears
I hate what I've done
Won't forgive me for years
Misthought what's left
And now I'm lost from here
Dread a life without you next year
Last day for a lot of things
That I'll never miss
Sitting in class and taking in nothing
Piano and you about the only thing
To stop the suffering
But maybe I'll pretend
That this has no end
Maybe I'll pretend
That we are better as friends
Maybe I'll pretend
And stay ignorant
To how

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

But I swear you'll find a high
Something to get by
And I worry day and night
That you won't cause I owe it

I owe it to you, girl
I owe it to you, girl
The silhouette of you
It turns my way
And it lays with
The small things you say

(The silhouette of) You girl
Owe it to you
Owe it to you
Owe it to you

Lunchtimes in another place
We at school but it feels away
Hour with you and it make my day
Hour with you leaves me in a daze
Leaves me in a daze
Leaves me in a daze
You make my day
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Writer: Thomas Verberne
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