Knock Knock from SELFTITLED by Sidewalk Surfers

Early in the morning // Being hung up by the past // I grab a pair of cigarettes //
And step forward through the grass // My coffee’s warm // My breath breezing cold //
The clouds are swarming // While my cigarette burns my soul //
It’s knocking on my back door // ...knocking on my backdoor //
First sip takes some effort // And second one kicks in // The third one breaks the silence // And rumors start to begin // So get up pretty fast // Mistakes in mind, flashback of the past // Thoughts are rumblin // A rollin tear // Hope that urge will disappear //
...on my backdoor // Oh it’s knocking on my back door baby // Knock, knock, knock... // Knocking on my backdoor, knock, knock // Knocking on my backdoor, knock, knock //
With blinded eyes, it goes around // Contentiousness, a breeze, I’m bound //
My backdoor seems to lose its will // A troubled mind, fleshly thrill //
Knocking on my back door // ...still knocking on my back door baby //
Knock, knock, knock... // Knocking on my back door knock, knock

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