Taxi

GRAE

Compositor: Grae

You woke up beside me
A pain in your head
Cup full of coffee and a maple red
Right back to your old routine again
Pull the match from the pocket of your washed out jeans

Pose like an actor from the movie screens
I guess you're going to see your friends
You are living in a fantasy
Perfect little world of make-believe
One day i hope you'll be a man

You are running late, well that's what you said
Called yourself a taxi as I laid in your bedroom
One day you'll understand

I dont even need your reasons anymore you're scared of me, your eyes betray your words
Yne hand on the door and now i'm gone Cause you are living in a fantasy
Perfect little world of make-believe
I hope someday you'll be a man

Cause you are living in a fantasy
Perfect little world of make-believe
I hope you'll be a man