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letra de leave it - bankiyan

(verse 1)
you ping a new message through, vibrating
a notification light, it’s bless, new message
wonder, ponder, open? nah, close it
leave me to wonder
hold a thought, you’re holding more
holding a sense of hope i’m sure, with 2 weeks later scary doors
we meet for drinks? nah i’m not sure…f-ck
you wanting more?
don’t jump ahead – i’m enjoying
you ping in another text, see now i ain’t-even-met
she ain’t even left
peeking a message left unread, you keep it rolling, keep your head
yeah see
she found her feet, i’m taking breaths, i’m taking breaths

(verse 2)
i’m hearing my phone ring, and i pick up quick, quick
feel the conversation shift, the dearly ones with weary funds
and painful love i somewhat miss
the driveway i would kick on
i wasn’t thinking time would tick on
following anxious trails, i failed, won’t have enough to live on
a license, bank cards, photo booths, it’s shocking it doesn’t surprise you
finding dirt on rusty cushions, independence faking truth
we’re spending 70 quid on photos but i still ain’t got a clue
so still i’m wiping frosty glass, still i’m eating dated food
and still i’m zipping unpacking all my thoughts, scared of future truths
now my breaks are cracking quicker
and the rain ain’t nothing new
i’m checking on my phone a couple minutes, and worry, wonder what to do
so leave it, she can dark the message cos she’s not the same as you
and that’s the truth
and that’s the truth

(verse 3)
i need some faith, and change
know i’ve been quite afraid, my burning eyes, sky
drizzling over my damp robes, and face
i’m holding a ribbon and sweat
ain’t easing my chest
i’m seeing the gap but i can’t reach the step

now i fret fret without rest (yeah) 9 to 5 rehearsal bless
you see, we’re all stepping up in the playhouse
i’m stepping up with this stress
release
let go, she’s always got me always on my phone
this realisms turning to pessimism, and it’s sinking buried low
you ask me how i’ve been? i don’t know
can’t notice from my tone? alarms are pinging at 10 to seven
and the pillows are eating my groans
so get up and take a vocal warm up and take your mental check-in too
these clocks stutter, tick, fl!cker, skies
longing for blue, but hard skin can bust the fretboard
it’s banging out your blues, you know you have it in you
how it works for them ain’t work for you
gently
forget about the clock…and know the clouds reveal what’s new
so let it take a couple years, and trust the sunshine will too, see
it takes a couple years, just trust sunshine will too
mmm

- bankiyan

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