Why do all my clothes smell like the cigarettes you smoke? Why do I look sad on every photo on my phone? Why am I at this party when I'd rather be at home? Oh, I know, oh, I know I find it hard to write a song without you on my mind You're the inspiration behind every word I write Type you out a message, but delete the words I write Now I know, oh, now I know
That I'm falling to pieces Got nothing left to believe in You took the cards I was dealt And kept 'em all for yourself And now I'm falling to pieces
Find myself still talking 'bout you when you're not around Why do I feel lonely when I'm standing in the crowd Head's up in the clouds, but my feet stay up the ground Now I know, oh, now I know
I'm falling to pieces Falling to pieces I'm falling to pieces I'm falling to pieces, woah
You took the cards I was dealt And kept 'em all for yourself And now I'm falling to pieces
Compositores: Daniel Griffith (Gryffin) (BMI), Ethan Frederick Holt (PRS), Rhys John-louis Kirkby-cox (PRS), Vincent Kottkamp (GEMA)Editor: Songs By Gryffin (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #46755581 em 01/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM