:: Out Of Imagination ::

I'm tired of writing lyrics
Gotta record tonight
And this song remains
With no words, so I enroll
This stupid shit you're listening
On your stereo

So I can't escape
And I'm rolling again
I think about the ocean
But it doesn't come to me

I think I'll make new plans
The things I'm doing now
Make me going down
I don't wanna write anymore
On the next LP
I'm gonna play the drums

So I can't escape
And I'm rolling again
I think about the ocean
But it doesn't come to me

Sitting right here
I'm just waiting for you
[Imagination]

Sitting right here
I'm just waiting for you
[Imagination]

Sitting right here
I'm just waiting for you

I can't explain that
It doesn't come to me
I'm finally against it
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