Often Too Much Thomas Kincade

Parade, release, I feel it coming up quickly You've been so pensive Until you found me, pressured now but searching You would never ask me to settle down Breath first... More than anything thoughts you removed They're healing outside of you Parade, release, I feel it coming up quickly You've been so pensive Until you found me, pressured now but searching You would never ask me to settle down Breath first... More than anything thoughts you removed They're healing outside of you More than anything thoughts you removed They're healing outside of you Thoughts to remove, more than anything I'm starting to believe you More than anything I'm starting to believe you could never exist here More than anything I'm starting to believe you could never exist here What more could you want for yourself What more could you want for yourself Oh my oh you, I'm such the depressed Such is putting me to sleep Oh you oh me, I am such the depressed Such is bring me awake Oh my oh you, I'm such the depressed Such is putting me to sleep Believing that maybe I've been asleep for years