Lyrics Issabelle - BEN LIMPIC

Issabelle

I don’t think you wana feel like me
A never ending backward falling dream
A private passenger limousine
Headed for the same old dead end street
A tragic movie star role
Another version of the Truman show
A single player mind game
All by yourself
The Information Age
I wish I didn’t have to lose my mind
Just to have
Just to have a good time
I know it’s possible to tow a line
But forever
Its just hard to visualize
Does everybody gotta love themselves?
Can’t I just save it up for someone else?
Does everybody gotta love themselves?
Can’t I just save mine up for Someone else?
I know its tough to be on quarantine
When all your friends can use responsibly
Staring straight at the wall
Waiting for something to change at all
Big dreams outside of the box
Are still encircled by containment walls
Undead messiah and friends
Can’t put the pieces back together again