see right through
conan gray
you always have your head down
your hair falls around your face like a curtain
if the clouds above will ever stop their wrongdoings
i always thought it must have been bad timing
then why do i always find you crying
you let your strings slowly start to fray
your mind tends to float away
and then you're blinded by the things you wish you've never seen
caught up by all the things you overcomplicate
cause you're a girl that has been dusted in reality
and i will always wait up for your call
that's why you're feeling nothing in your cold and aching bones
yeah there's something in you eyes these days
please tell me what you wish for
but i just can't watch you fall