LYRICS: I poked my eye with my finger Lying on the bed I'm sneezing and I'm blowing And I can't clear my head Is the pressure in the air From an August storm that's rumbling I try not to care about it now Pressure's dumb anyway All alone I Know I Give in to chances You doubt yourself Your mental health Your surreal cicumstances I try to keep it seperate A built in third eye effacing every line I got a built in bad feeling That doesn't go away with time Lined uo in a row Shadowless figuri (guitaretab.com)
