Testo Of Nothing

Thought I'd never show up
I'd rather stare at the brickface
Spending my time along the white lines

Never meant to show off
But no one knows if this wasn't the ceiling
How far I'd go up
We're old before we grow up
Prepare your skin before it's worn out
But why the hell no one ever broke us

Before we lost ourselves in the sweet spot
A captative of nothing
Who could ever haunt me?

Such a pitty you left
When you turned your back on me
Like in a flick- still cringy
If you thing about it

But it doesn't mean a bad thing
Still picturing our photograph Your lips on mine
Petrified
Before my eyes

We're old before we grow up
Prepare your skin before it's worn out
But why the hell no one ever broke us

Before we lost ourselves in the sweet spot
A captative of nothing
Who could ever haunt me