I'm not really a songwriter like I used to be Playing keys in the naughty night It seems to be my peak At least I was present At least I felt there I remember choosing three notes randomly Driving in my car I woke up Half asleep Living in a fog lamp Hard to love vibes Talk about dissociative disorders On the couch Tally your mental health Read the question From one to ten Do you ever feel you Can't keep up with the conversation Do you ever watch yourself walk around In a dream I'm afraid of losing you I'm afraid of losing you I'm afraid of losing you I'm afraid of losing you I'm afraid of losing you
