salt
charles* charles*
I'm feeling myself, more than i should
And i should say goodbye, but nah i'm good
Does it matter really what's in my blood
I'll go insane looking for a buzz
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
Was feeling burnt out, you could tell by the mood
Headaches swelled the cell, took a pill or two
Dropped dead, out my head, my scars not on the arm
Though you can't tell, so what's the harm
You don't how bad i want to speak
But there's thing preventing me
From breathing
I don't know what im perceiving
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
And i feel new
And i feel the salt in my pocket
