Unfamiliar Ceilings Testo

Testo Unfamiliar Ceilings

Running out (running out)
Of things to say
My glow has turned faint
My thoughts are on the ground, in theory
I see what I may have done now

I've lost all countermeasures
Stay still the morning after
As the roots from my arms bloom
All the words inscribed in

And you're running I see
Was it because of me, or was it something I said?
Try to stay but you leave, try to