Finches

Amy O'Connor

Walking through a grass of green
Nothing is ever as it seems
I try to keep my head above

Wishing I could grow inches
But I just get swarmed by the finches

They're telling me to stay
They're telling me I'll always get my way
Empty promises

Stuck in a nice life
But high sensation is a lie
I know I have to go now

Wishing I could leave the ditches
But I just end up stuck in stitches

They're telling me to stay
They're telling me I'll always get my way
Empty promises

Let me go
Now
Let me hit the ground
Let me go
Let me hit the ground
And get back on my feet
Get back on my feet
Get back on my feet
Yeah

They're telling me to stay
They're telling me I'll always get my way
Empty promises

Let me go
Now
Let me hit the ground
And get back on my feet

Scarlett