Yourcodenameis:milo

can't get rid of your feeling
I should give it up and spit it out
I can't find my own, join your crowd
I move in circles, you make my tracks
fluorescent lies, smoke filled rooms
is where I ended up with broken past
the room would swell, I'm in bloom
confuse me first consume me last
please get away from your disco clouds
and the days we've taken all for granted now
are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again
we could last forever
it's hell for the tourist, photo call