Twenty Two - The Aubreys

I feel the pressure building in my skin

It lands upload, air is feeling thin

I still love flashing lights

Can’t be seen flying kites

I am

Wolf in sheep’s clothing, with a tie to bed

To die

I don’t believe in strangers

I just believe in me

Twenty-two, another two, no energy

I’m born to hold the pull of this city

Take it on the computer, and fail again

Don’t touch the third rail, my friend

Wolf in sheep’s clothing, with a tie to bed

To die

I don’t believe in strangers

I just believe in me