I don't know what to say
It's 'cause nothing's really wrong with you
Well I just walk away
From cigarettes and bad perfume
You see, nothing's really wrong with you
Nothing's really...
Am I the only reason?
Consulting my reflection
She caught all their eyes including mine
You smell me on somebody else
My innocence was intertwined
Yet I'll try all of these words to change it
Yes, stumble on them any day
I don't know what to say
'Cause nothing's really wrong
Am I the only reason?
credits
from Sundays,
released February 24, 2017
Recorded at Stone Studio in Lakeville, CT
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