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Uh, it's ya boi Zef, yeah

It's like it's raining but I don't hear the drops on my window

Feels like complaining in pain though I'm not

As if I had to be addicted to love something or someone

My taste is in continuous change and I've got to keep up

What the fuck (what the fuck)

I used to lose control over this drop (this drop)

I can't stop (I can't stop)

It's all I got (all I got)

But I don't only want to listen to this old chestnut

What is love? Looks like I still don't know

I thought I did, but now all it does is make me feel low

So any direction seems to be the right way to go

But the goal is so far and I'm way too slow

Yeah we can talk about it

We can say what we think

But if we don't feel it

Should we ever ever mean it?

If most of the time our only real reason

Is a distant memory of who we once have been

I don't hear what I heard once

Now I see what's been blurred once

By sweet tears, they be dryer now

All I feel will be dying out

I let myself be carried by a mood

I'm dripping from my worn out habits

I float by what I used to want to do

I'm drifting and I just can't grab it, yeah

The unexpected always hits me hard, but never as hard as I expect it

Too complex to comprehend, but too beautiful not to respect it

Now I'm allowed to be me, growing and changing in any moment

Never knowing who I'll become though, it's kinda funny

All this nostalgia's starting to wear off slowly

I ain't playing my favourite games, want to keep them holy

Anything, anyone you ever like, never get too cozy

This track will lose its soul

I'm scared I don't know me

Cause I don't hear what I heard once

Now I see what's been blurred once

By sweet tears, they be dryer now

All I feel will be dying out

Said I don't hear what I heard once

Now I see what's been blurred once

By sweet tears, they be dryer now

All I feel will be dying out

I let myself be carried by a mood

I'm dripping from my worn out habits, yeah

I float by what I used to want to do

I'm drifting and I just can't grab it, ooh

I let myself be carried by a mood, by a mood

I'm dripping from my worn out habits, habits

I float by what I used to want to do, ooh

I'm drifting and I just can't grab it, mmh

All I look at is losing colour

I'm losing touch too much, I can't help

But try to stop the world from turning further

I'm losing touch too much to myself

Help me, I - can't - stop - living, living

This life - the way - I used to, ooh yeah

I let myself be carried by a mood, uhh

I'm dripping from my worn out habits, habits yeah

I float by what I used to want to do, uhh

I'm drifting and I just can't grab it, no

I let myself be carried by a mood

I'm drowning in my worn out habits

Let's hope tomorrow's finally any good

I'm changing and I must accept it