Fuqqing IPAs
I'm doing fine with letting you go
I don't mind being on my own
I don't know how things got so overblown
Making my way out from the undertow
Where you left me
I listen to your voice and I can see the clouds spread
Weaving in and out right above my head
I dream of you and I tend to forget the rest
Your hand moves up my thigh
Your head lays on my chest
I know that you moved on but
I can't help but feeling
You could be the one
My days have been a dream
I'm trying hard to be but I'm never seen
If I could see myself from your point of view
Better to stay at home so I don't have to face the truth
Lately I've been tripping without you
Baby I've been tripping without you (I must've been tripping)
I can only hope you're tripping too (I must've been tripping)
Baby I've been tripping without you
Writer/s: India Coombs Esmail, Jonathan Pollock
