It sounds like I've got a song that nobody knows, and I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the 64-bus home. Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world. It sounds like iPod Touch, little crack in the screen. FL Studio so late. I fell asleep on the keys with it looping through the speakers, bleeding into my dreams. It sounds like I've got a song that nobody knows, and I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the 64-bus home. Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world. It sounds like first day, hallway, starting year eight. It sounds like beach day, heatwave, stoned, and afraid. It sounds like me and my computer hanging out until late. It sounds like iPod Touch, yellow Pikachu case. "FL Studio free download" in my search history, hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep. I'm keeping it a secret.🏁

It sounds like I've got a song that nobody knows, and I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the 64-bus home. Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world. It sounds like iPod Touch, little crack in the screen. FL Studio so late. I fell asleep on the keys with it looping through the speakers, bleeding into my dreams. It sounds like I've got a song that nobody knows, and I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the 64-bus home. Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world. It sounds like first day, hallway, starting year eight. It sounds like beach day, heatwave, stoned, and afraid. It sounds like me and my computer hanging out until late. It sounds like iPod Touch, yellow Pikachu case. "FL Studio free download" in my search history, hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep. I'm keeping it a secret.🏁