Your Head Your Mind

I guess it's a common way to say hello
But I didn't had time to grow
Still working on all those things
Soft edges, in for the test

Made my longings seem so short
Like ballads but slightly off
Have loads of things that I should sort
I'm late, I'm inspired by

It's personal
But it feels like a mess, really
Good to go
Mornings already gone

Went through the the details
But I must have lost
I'm not bothered all that much
You rarely spoke or briefed me in
Your head became your secret gain

I could browse the web, but I get bored
So while you slept I counted words
cnd as we slowly drew apart
I focused, I swore

Occasional
I shook things right away
Careless soul
Breeding som tacky song

It's personal
But it feels like a mess, really
Good to go
Mornings already gone

Went to long
To hold on
Went to long
To hold on

Went to long
To hold on
Went to long
To hold on