Texty: Lo-Pro. Bombz.

There's always something
To bring me down
There's always nothing
To lift this cloud

There's never much of anything
And no one around
There's never much of anything
And no one around

Still I'm heading them off
Until I've had enough
I feel like I'm losing my grip
I'm slipping, but I know I will, I will

There must be something more to this
There has to be something more I missed
The bombz keep falling
On my head

Still I'm heading them off
Until I've had enough
I feel like I'm losing my grip
I'm slipping, but I know I will

I will keep heading them off
Until, until I've had enough
I will keep heading them off
Until, until I've had enough