Under Some Sort of Spell

Something about it

Makes me sad

The way a week can pass

But it feels like we bought groceries yesterday

It makes me smaller

We dream of what we had

But when it's in our hands, we piss it all away

I couldn't tell you where I go

But I don't wanna be alone

Can I ask you a question;

Is this real?

I'm sorry if that leaves you feeling

Like you don't know how to feel

Sometimes

I can't tell

Spent the past few months

Living in a trance

Or under some sort of spell

I couldn't tell you where I go

But I don't wanna be alone

I couldn't tell you where I go

But I don't wanna be alone