Show It
Roman Gabriel Luna, Jerick Ternida Quilisadio
She makes me high but I don't even know yet
Too tired to drive but still I gotta focus she's got me high and I can't let it show yet
Hands intertwined I'll die right at this moment
I'll die right at this moment
Cause you, you're not afraid to show it
And it's hidden in my soul
Like a flower in the snow
And like the California coast
You got me staring into nothing
(At all)
Heart made of gold a pocket full of napalm
Glass overfilled I promise I won't stay long
It gets hard to hold your world on my shoulders