Brooke Bentham nowhere near sense

its never been changin
every morning feels good on my skin
your skin rocks to mine, late at night
livin in my size
theres a recognition that comes with this
its a static that I cant escape
I shake up men with worn out smiles
setteled into the quiet
its funny how small things can wreck away at your life
when youre not doing anything, live inside
why can you hear me, fogged away and in my head
im nowhere near sense when Im near you
Im nowhere near sence when Im near you
I die over you
I live over you
I die over you
I live, I live, over you
Im nowhere near sense
Im nowhere near sense