Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Slipping Through My Fingers

I've always felt like life was slipping through my fingers
So I've always loved like I was running out of time
Since I was a kid, I've been all weird and worried a lot
Guess I did my best to escape, until I forgot

It's nothing like the movies
It's nothing like you think
You'll find me at the party
Crying at the sink
I know about that broken feeling when you say
"What a time to be alive"
To be alive, hummingbird

I've always dreamt of picket fence and perfect teeth
I had no reason to believe in make believe

But I know about those mornings
That crying in the car
You swore you wouldn't do it
But you dived in after dark
It's really just a rebound
It's clearly just the space
Where you hide to feel alive
Feel alive, hummingbird

Picture's imperfect
But it never shows
I'm playing the part I've always known
To look alive
To look alive, hummingbird
To look alive
To look alive, hummingbird

Written by:
Benjamin Francis Leftwich, Samuel Lloyd Duckworth

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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