Just How I Feel, Pt. 3 - Hotel Books

Finding love in all the lies

It goes on and on and on and on

Finding love in all the lies

It goes on and on and on and on until we’re dead

I was hiking up a mountain, just to prove to myself that the comments were not

true

My breathing felt countless, looking through the clouds, each one telling me a

different truth

Trying to stay grounded, I’ll pray to whichever star reminds me most of you

My heart fully surrounded, each beat rebounding off the water’s face

The ripple displaced the moment erased just to remind myself I’m not living for

the revenue

Whisper to me

Put the shiver back in my bones

The first time I wrote a song about feeling alone

I’m the only one who’s going crazy

(Finding love in all the lies)

Why does this feel like a crisis to me?

(It goes on and on and on and on)

I’m the only one who’s feeling it lately

(Finding love in all the lies)

Why does this feel like a crisis to me?

(It goes on and on and on and on until we’re dead)

A rabbit looked at me and I hoped it meant something

Like your spirit was touching my blood as it was quickly rushing

I used to want to fight the world, but you told me, once I grow up,

the only thing left would be for me to fight that feeling

And you said a good artist makes something that’s important to them

And a hack just tries to make something that’ll come off as important to

everyone else

And I didn’t know what that meant, at least not back then

And you said that if I don’t understand something, don’t mistake it as mystical

It could just be my own confusion

Whisper to me

Put the shiver back in my bones

The first time I wrote a song about feeling alone

I’m the only one who’s going crazy

(Finding love in all the lies)

Why does this feel like a crisis to me?

(It goes on and on and on and on)

I’m the only one who’s feeling it lately

(Finding love in all the lies)

Why does this feel like a crisis to me?

(It goes on and on and on and on until we’re dead)

Your eyes look like marbles full of hundred winters without a Christmas

A parcel full of abundant splinters coming from broken distance

Your eyes look like marbles full of hundred winters without a Christmas

A parcel full of abundant splinters coming from broken distance

Your eyes look like marbles full of hundred winters without a Christmas

A parcel full of abundant splinters coming from broken distance

Your eyes look like marbles full of hundred winters without a Christmas

A parcel full of abundant splinters coming from broken distance

Tell me this means something

Tell me it’s you trying to send me a message

Tell me this means something

Tell me it’s you trying to tell me something

Tell me this means something

Tell me this means something