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letra de clipped - ben reilly

[chorus]
honest, falling
i been calling
honest
honest
honest, falling
i been calling
honest
honest
yeah
lost touch
never lost a step but i f-cked up
you ain’t losing breath
uh
lost touch
never lost a step but i f-cked up
you ain’t losing breath
uh
(we’re sorry, you have reached a number
that has been disconnected)
[verse 1]
i’m willing to clip my wings so that i could
walk with you
i know you let it ring when i’m tryna talk
with you
i just want yo attention
maybe we could hash some things out, i
know of some things we could mention
know it’s been longer than my wingspan
what’s the point of this distance?
what’s the point if the only point that i’m
missing is you?
hoping the words that i appoint could
further point to the truth
what if we talk withdrawals?
no, that ain’t my place
would a phone call resolve?
no, that ain’t my place
does he do it like me? nah?
wait, that ain’t my place
what if she picked up?
aw, f-ck am i gone say?
putting pen to a page makes it easy to
ventilate
what more could i annotate with these
words that i ill-strate?
jumped the curb, but i’m nervous
jumbling words speaking cursive
stumbling
cause if this even worth it
i’ll chirp for your dissertation
[chorus]
lost touch (honest)
never lost a step (falling) but i f-cked up (i
been)
you ain’t losing breath (calling)
lost touch (honest)
never lost a step (honest) but i f-cked up
you ain’t losing breath
[even with his wings clipped, he is quite
the talented flyer]

[verse 2]
i’m willing to clip my wings to start my car
and come over
i know you let it ring when we both could
use closure
close to giving up way too many times
i was petrified
had got over it like pennywise
i found out some things when we lost
touch
learned i felt pain before i knew i felt love
i learned i need to change if i wanna
develop:
more trust, less hurt, more habits to
disrupt
i don’t trust many, my mother could lie to
me
i’m a lot less friendly [redacted] did that to
me
never got my hopes up, man poppa was
no clutch
if i manage to slow up, could we make it a
gold rush?
at one point, it was be mines between
times
in the meantime, it would be wise to refine
my approach; i know i’m sounding nervous
haven’t been bound to perfect
but if it’s even worth it
i’m hoping that you could hear me chirping
[chorus]
honest, falling
i been calling
honest
honest (freelance)
honest, falling
i been calling
honest
honest
yeah
lost touch
i been
calling
honest
honest
yeah
lost touch
never lost a step but i f-cked up
you ain’t losing breath
uh
lost touch
never lost a step but i f-cked up
you ain’t losing breath
uh

[outro]
(we’re sorry, you have reached a number
that has been disconnected or is no longer
in service)

- ben reilly

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