Until - April + Vista

It’s kind of hazy

In my room, sippin rum

Singin loudly

As I move to the beat of my own drum

To the beat of my own drum

Ain’t it funny

You’re runnin cool

Until you lose that rosy feelin

Then you fall into your flaws

Down to the dark

Down to the dark

Until

Until the morning comes

Than you do it all over again