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Humming

Gracie Abrams

Humid fall, your midnight call, sweet pool of sweat on skin
Sharing smoke and Diet Coke, the bed we're sleeping in
Suddenly, you turn to me while chewing on your lip
Blueish smile, so juvenile
But then we start to kiss

And I wake up, what a beautiful dream
When you get so close you can taste it
But it's not real, just an hour of relief
Till my eyes adjust to the lighting

I'd re-gift my loneliness, my brain half-melted down
All that weed from seventeen has caught up to me now
Every kid I grew up with has lost their childhood house
No way to make sense of it, it's why I'm making sound

Let me wake up from this horrible dream
Where what feels true is nothing
And there's no one at the top to believe
What a way to feel in your twenties
Do we stay numb?
But you can't when you're seeing
How they all get off on our grieving
I don't know love, how to live in extremes
But we're made to try it through humming

Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm

I'm convinced our sinking ship will sing as it goes down
Haunting hands keep echoing after we're in the ground

And they'll wake up to this horrible scene
Where the love steps out, here for drowning
And it's our blood on your hands that are clean

Composição: Aaron Dessner, Gracie Abrams