touch

(pneuma)

Lock myself inside, ain't seen the sun it's been like five days

Her fingers run across my skin, but soon there'll be a heartbreak

Smoking on a chemical that'll fry and leave my mind hazed

Oh-oh, I'd hate to try and change your mind's state

Can't keep losing track of time and staying in my room

But it's hard to have a life, when I keep getting consumed

Keep creating beats, soon my lyrics are my doom

Hoping for a change, it'll come when they write me off presumed