Open recoil my memory,
I'm still drowning deep.
Moloko+, pour one for me,
Save me out of this misery.
Self-control was never not your thing.
On days you act so cold so nonchalant.
Convincing you to go blond, but she wants balayage.
Like, the fuck, do I know what is that?
And your presence was to me some sort of poison.
Now you're hurting my back with your absence,
Oh boi what can I do?
And how can I wake up out of this matrix?
If I don't even know that I'm in it.
The fragments go with my heart beating.
Open recoil my memory,
I'm still drowning deep.
Moloko+ pour one for me,
Save me out of this misery.
And really, rather not just sit in here.
Cuz I constantly think about what goes up, on in there.
I still wonder if we are on the same page?
Because I don't think that you read with same speed,
Or if we see the same letter shapes maybe?
You should've really talked much more,
Because sometimes running back to you feels longer than a stroll.
And I've only known you for a handful of months.
But need another times 2 know you all.
Open recoil my memory,
I'm still drowning deep.
Moloko+ pour one for me,
Save me out of this misery.