THREE STRIKES (The Lanesborough Session)

Been a minute since I've been in my bag I've gotten so far detached Summer's gotten darker than the last But it's fucked being sad When you're in it man this life hits you fast But I'm learning how to deal With the weight of the world on your lap Got to pinch yourself to make sure it's real As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head Been a minute since I've walked out alone Keeping my head in phone Stuck in my room I feel safe on my own And uncomfortable at the same time They say that the pain comes and goes And so once it explodes you'd better hold on To the love that you know Cause you've still got still got your soul As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head Three strikes and I'm out My light's gone out I won't be the same again Three strikes and I'm out I need time out So I can feel sane again As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head As these three strikes hang over my head