Back To Myself - Bag Raiders, Tora

Thought you were older

Guessed you were 92

Made me feel younger

When I fell for ya

My father’s homeless

My mother an ideal roof

But I got my own life problems

And I have all of you

To myself

To myself

Back to myself

To myself

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My, to my, to my, to my, to

Babe, Iʼm a writer

Addictions a coffee too

I gotta believe in myself

Or I’ll be gone on back down

Weʼre solid

Tell me you’ll never leave

I’ll be a mess myself

Or I’ll be gone on back down

To myself (My, to my, to my, to my, to)

To myself

To myself

Back to myself (My, to my, to my, to my, to)

To myself

To my (My, to my, to my, to my, to)

To my (My, to my, to my, to my, to)

To my (My, to my, to my, to my, to)