Testo Psychoday

psychodaywith baloons in the treeslike memories in my thoughtsthrow a wep all over mepsychodayand i exactly feellike the bottles all aroundand i blow circles in the airi know that i run awaya swear it's the last timei won't pretend anythingand sometimes i blurt it outi try so hardto get you off my mindand i'm not in loveand i nearly believe itpsychodaydesguise myself againslip in the streetsthe city's a party