Andrew Huang February song lyrics

it's been a hard week, feeling a similar heartbeat

visiting them in the marquis, illness a villain in all streets

endless dependent on our sweet sentiment, spent

at the start we could argue in small leaks

to part you from imminent intimate insolent impotence

into the dark, i live for the card play

deal with anything real, and cut to the chase

to feel the healer's grace waste away for later days

we change the face to face the change

and pay the price to sway the life these dates arranged

you're brave but nice, so play the game

i might have made a mite mistake to my dismay

but i've been gray for long enough

and grateful to the up above, no difference does it make

believe it 'cause it's fake, the feeling of being the fleeing chameleon

dreaming even of stealing what's realer than demons

to seal the agreement that's keeping me in reality

seeing these paths move past 'til i've passed my chances

hoped you'd be asking me then to spend forever

pretending nothing could sever us and our bretheren, together again

better than friends, never could end, etcetera

sense is telling me hence that every enemy's headed against

the several levels unsettled to stretch and defend

metal will bend, but my disheveled special's to meddle with ends

to make them meet, to cater to you and me

this late opportunity's laid to scrape for unity

to pay for doing these disgraceful paper proofs

when greed outweighs the greater truth

that i was made to wait for you

different's infinite, living in open emotions and poems

showing up old, losing the heartache, consoled

withering mandate, let's roll out of the landscape

uphold, following plans made

each and each and every day becoming clearer in the mirror

river running washing the caution off him

offering hot drinks and lozenges

armies still marching forward from offices

torn to the ground, number the pound

under the brown soil another one of the towns

come to me now, come to me now

countries avowed, nothing allowed

jumping around, something's unsound

running for crown, gunning me down

i'm in a manic amendment condemning me

medical minutes unmade in amenity

maybe the man'll be mad at me

after he's happened to catch it's the passion that's sending me

better be every enemy's dream friend

never can justify means, ends are means in themselves

words on the sheets, and sheets in the shelves

she couldn't tell, wouldn't or shouldn't just see for herself and whatever else

i'm under the spell, she casts and catches

actions packed to drag me back

to feeling the feeling that's bringing me into affinity

lacking sleep and starving, flat's a piece of garbage

tracks are weak, dishonest, back a week, i've lost it

bragging feats of posits, can't compete with all this

haven't been to cross the scenes i've often dreamed

you call this a part of me, it's not

just the start of falling off the wrong side of the sky

who held me me up for stars and way too long

but after all, all i wanna do is play you songs and just sleep tight