Perfect Fiction
Barrett Hiatt, Panther Almqvist, Alli Gorman
Believe when I say
I already knew
The crowds were peeling away
Bright lights for you
Sorry to say
I can’t hide this doubts
Don’t want to make you grey
I won’t come out
Wonder what to say
I can feel the heat through the window pain
And talk about the weather again
I thank you much
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me
Run for me