Brooke Bentham Nowhere Near Sense
It's never been changing
Air in the morning feels good on my skin
Your skin next to mine, late at night
Living in my size
There's a recognition that comes with this
It's a static that I can't escape
I shake up men with worn out smiles
Settled into the quiet
It's funny how small things can wreck away at your life
When you're not doing anything but living inside
Why can't you hear me, fogged away and in my head
I'm nowhere near sense when I'm near you
I'm nowhere near sense when I'm near you
I died over you
I live under you
I died over you
I live, I live, under you
I'm nowhere near sense
I'm nowhere near sense
