اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Staying at Mike's till the end of June
He went back home, so I'm in his room
It's cool
Lonely, too
I'd get up at 11:00 just to go outside
Don't have to leave the house, but I feel like trying
I'm sitting on a chair, tryna count the leaves
That fall onto the grass as the neighbours leave
And shut their doors enough to shake the ground
Oh, I
Keep singing thoughts as if that makes them leave my mind
Resort to watching other people live their lives
And give them mine like trading places
As if I could escape it
'Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes
So I started drinking coffee at a place that I like
On Adelaide West, near the park that I'd lie awake in
With my friends after getting wasted
No, it doesn't even matter that I hate the taste
I just wanna hear the chatter from a different table
I let the noise replace what's in my mind
Instead of facing things I thought I left behind
I'd rather listen to a stranger live their life
And give them mine like trading places
As if I could escape it
'Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes
