I thought everyone was in Shibuya
My first time in Tokyo
I never want to hear Hallelujah
But one day she’ll have to go
I feel the pressure’s coming
drops on my face are falling
cannot tell if tears or sweat
I slowly learn how to forget
I feel knots in stomach
Grass always greener somewhere
I’m trying to be more honest
I willing but cannot promess
I thought everyone was in Shibuya
My first time In Tokyo
I never want to hear Hallelujah
But one day she’ll have to go
The haze hits different
Amazed why I’m silent
I connect the dots
It does make more sense now
Everything happens for a reason
The songs I used to listen to
Coming back in the chords I’m playing now
Everything we did has a incidence
I do not believe in coincidence
I overthink a lot
Make up tv shows on my mind
It is what it is till it ain’t