Butterfingers Epitome Lyrics

Epitome Lyrics

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation

Should I believe in
things I've never thought is right

A narrow opening, lips burning, drink
too sour

And if you see a kite we could be flying high



And
if it's ok that now you're laughing over someone

And i'm sure you will
have a happy time to be

And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on
upside

The smile is seize to siege for everybody so...

Why ?	



And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up

There
are crazy things that trying to be hide

I stay awake all night as long as
I have me... hey...

Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life



How ? how ? how ?

Hooo... Oooo

Hooo... Oooo

So i need
you...

Out of out an... yeah...