Habibi

I’m done, looking for feelings
They find me, everywhere
I walked, into the forest
I knew, the dark in her hair

Wind blows, forest floor feathers
Windows, from a buick six
Hungry, it’s foggy in leffinge
Guilty, when I look at you

Trees grow, in my subconscious
But I, know that they’re there
Branching, into my spirit
Breathing, out through her hair

Couldn’t dream, couldn’t wake up
Over the sea, under the makeup

I need, a piece of me everywhere
Don’t care, if it’s good or a shame
Stealing, pieces of innocence
Changing, love to a game

Wind blows, forest floor feathers
Windows, from a buick six
Hungry, it’s foggy in leffinge
Guilty, when I look at you

Couldn’t dream, couldn’t wake up
Over the sea, under the makeup
Melancholy, stuck in the basement
It’s not a dream, I’m just a strange one