Well, I was in that 'galau' state, mellodramatic state, whatever-- you name it
And I was doing nothing but curling up under my blanket and listening to the song
While I'm being surrounded by grief
This is one of the songs I've been listening to on and on,
Warning Sign by Coldplay.
A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is,
I miss you
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so
A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized
That you were an island and I passed you by,
And you were an island to discover
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is,
I miss you
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so
And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is,
I miss you
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so
A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized
That you were an island and I passed you by,
And you were an island to discover
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is,
I miss you
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so
And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...
See the bolded words?
It quite represents my feeling, blah
Fukkin feeling!
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