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basement soda - prod. taykz

taykz

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Lyrics

Intro

Oh oh

Oh oh oh

Chorus

Staring at the ceiling while the fan spins fast

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Drinking soda in the basement till the day is past

Holding on to pieces that I know won't last

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Yeah I'm always picked for last

Verse 1

Late nights

High scores on a broken screen

Living life like a glitchy ghost in a machine

Momma says I need to find a way to get out

Locked inside a head filled with terrible doubt

I tried

I failed

I fell

Pre-Chorus

Picking at the scabs on my shaking knees

Walking through the garden in the winter freeze

Wishing I was someone that you'd want to see

Chorus

Staring at the ceiling while the fan spins fast

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Drinking soda in the basement till the day is past

Holding on to pieces that I know won't last

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Yeah I'm always picked for last

Verse 2

Ripped jeans

Bad hair

Missing every single mark that I ever set

Tangled in the wires of a cold safety net

Bitter bites of breakfast when the sun is down

Feeling like a stranger in my own home town

Sad soul

Low road

Lost boy

Pre-Chorus

Picking at the scabs on my shaking knees

Walking through the garden in the winter freeze

Wishing I was someone that you'd want to see

Chorus

Staring at the ceiling while the fan spins fast

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Drinking soda in the basement till the day is past

Holding on to pieces that I know won't last

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Yeah I'm always picked for last

Bridge

Maybe tomorrow is a better day

Maybe tomorrow I can run away

Maybe tomorrow I'll find the right words to say

Right words to say

Right words to say

Chorus

Staring at the ceiling while the fan spins fast

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Drinking soda in the basement till the day is past

Holding on to pieces that I know won't last

I'm a shadow in the corner always picked for last

Yeah I'm always picked for last

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