TALES OF DOMINICA

Woke up on the floor

Oh, this plastic bed don't blow up no more

In this broken home

Everyone becomes predictable

Oh, sometimes you're angry

Sometimes you're hurting

Sometimes you're all alone

Sometimes I'm anxious

Sometimes it makes me

Feel like there's only now

I've been living in my lowest, it's safe to say

Hope my little bit of hope don't fade away

I've been living on an island made from fate

Can't go running back to home, I can't face her face (oh)

Oh, finally grown, ain't nothing like I hoped it would be

Out on my own, I'm floating in an ocean-less sea

Could I be wrong? Was everybody right about me?

Scary things in my head, I can't dream and I just

Woke up on the floor

Oh, this plastic bed don't blow up no more (oh)

In this broken home

Everyone becomes predictable

Oh, sometimes you're angry

Sometimes you're hurting

Sometimes you're all alone

Sometimes I'm anxious

Sometimes it makes me

Feel like there's only now

I've been living in my lowest, it's safe to say

Hope my little bit of hope, don't fade away

I've been living on an island made from fate

Can't go running back to home, I can't face her face

Ooh

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