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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Stephens
Songwriter
Adam South
Songwriter
Lyrics
I've been having some really weird dreams
Thought it might be kaleidoscopic
How my eyes get fuzzy
Know i'll walk for 360 in the roundabout before I tell you drop it
Talking in circles
Leave you bouncing from topic to topic
You call me a misanthrope
Don't you make me get out that good book to define it
Its perfect just how i thought of it
One of the earliest memories i have is
That big thing of search and find
Charcuterie board inside spread
Eyes glazing from the checklist at the bottom
What do we got here
A barrel
A cactus
A cake
Uhh
A party hat
3 clothespins
Teacup on the back of that man's head
I zoom out at the circus
Consider this split sceen
In one breath you nervous
In the other you laid out
This body the lawn chair
The more i get accustomed to disappointment
The more i find it boils down to observation
Or the whoosh of that calm air
I'll push you to get there
No diving board on this side of town
Just a platform with some water pooling
We all chilaquiles going cold
What happened to that seat
Oh you don't know?
They swore I would float
Search party seen the trunks from the boat
You talking in some kinda code?
I can't hear shit when the engines going
Thats all I know
What do we got here
Some swim shoes
Some trunks
A party hat
Ugh
Writer(s): Adam South, Dylan Stephens
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