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I don’t tick too many boxes All my flags are kinda beige Setting six alarms ‘cause I can’t even trust myself to wake up When I’m sleeping alone Been thinking lately that I’m broken Like there’s some rot inside my head Think my thumbs are made of magnets ‘Cause I can’t seem to lift them up and take them off my phone This is the comedown The sound of nothing is sick I’m screaming just for the sake of numbing it out I’m either feeling it all or nothing Oh no I think I’m losing my shit In slo-mo, I went to blink but I missed it In pursuit of a purpose In pursuit of a person Could be so close, how would I ever know? You don’t tick too many boxes All your friends are kinda beige Let’s fake that we’re in love I made some room for us Until we stumble on foreign feelings Letras de canciones This is the comedown I’m saying cynical shit I’ll stick it out for the bit Numbing it out We’re either feeling it all or nothing Oh no I think I’m losing my shit In slo-mo, I went to blink but I missed it In pursuit of a purpose In pursuit of a person Could be so close, how would I ever know? Oh no a public panic attack at my own show I saw you leave out the back In pursuit of a purpose In pursuit of a person Roaming Soho to find your chokehold From Letras Mania