Returning

Juice Webster

Compositor: Juice Webster

I'm wild in the way I'm not there
My hair is falling out of my head
I'm gonna shave it off so I'm bare

I watch you through a lens, like sunset
I like my hair the best when it’s wet
Reminds me of a place I’ll forget

I'm known to hesitate, I'm not sure
At death there is a gate, I'm impure
I’ll never make it through the front door

Can’t help but make mistakes, we’re learning
I miss you every day, I'm yearning
But in his face is you, returning

Been looking for a change, the seaside
I'm gonna thrash around in high tide
So I can trap the salt inside

I'm wild in the way I'm not there
My hair is falling out of my head
I'm gonna shave it off so I'm bare
So I'm bare
So I'm bare
So I'm bare