Rough Dreams

Rough Dreams - Fingers Cut Megamachine

Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory

But I I won't be there to comfort you

Waste deep hands on the water

A little boy is wading just laugh it off

Could it be a shadow of anxiety reaching out

I want a cure but don't want to listen

Sometimes I still feel so dry

I descend don't know what I'm missing

That's why I'm calling for you

Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory

But I I won't be there to comfort you

Months pass the pool is dry and I can still will myself

The cold air the rain and a simple twist of taste

And we've been treading deep

But that's something that we laughed off

But I'm almost through with hoping and youth

I want a cure but don't want to listen

Sometimes I still feel so dry

I descend don't know what I'm missing

That's why I'm calling for you

Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory

But I I won't be there to comfort you

Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory

But I I won't be there to comfort you

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