kindtothefloor

I'd like to find the word because
I can ordinarily find them
But it seems to me that uh
I can't seem to want to say
What I was going to say

Kind to the floor when I walk
I'm just taking all my time
I'm so original i just don't wanna fuck up
It's not intended to get her
Attention in my head
The last time that I ever looked up was
The time I told her she was beautiful
I'm fucked up, buzzing
And I might as well buy
Myself an ego check from
The neurotic fever I just failed to let go
I don't care so much
About my social responses
When I feel this good the
Future doesn't fucking matter
And I'm laying, rest
When I stay up myself till one then I fade
Then I fade i give myself a headache
I'm gonna show up late
I'm trying to give it time
But I'm falling for the preface
It's not blank
I'm trying to tell her how I think

I need faith in what pride I have
And to exchange my witnesses
'Cause I don't know them now but I will
After I fall apart and I can't see it
'Cause I'm not equipped

It's almost like the the singing
Of-of angels or something
I think it's the soundtrack or
The film going through the the machine