HÅN - Bicycle

I'm standing by myself at the gallery
Talking to the paintings it's such a therapy
It's the only way I let my feelings show
This is not enough

I spend time I don't have on my bicycle
Rear brear broken so fuck it, I never learn
How do you land so safely?
Confessions I’ve heard are becoming hazy lately

I dont wanna talk to you
Theres something I've been hiding
Questions on my phone
Avoiding parents is my habit
I can't live in boxes
Cause my angles aren't matching
Call me when it’s late, did not catch what’s your first name

Can you feel it in the air
Euphoria euphoria around us
Pedaling until the end
Picasso baby and Mona Lisa they found us
Never could catch me
Hiding in the back seat
Never had a plan b no way
Tires roll on the concrete
I’m gone in a heartbeat
I just wish you could teach me your ways
Like
How do you land so safely?
Confessions I’ve heard are becoming hazy lately

I dont wanna talk to you
Theres something I've been hiding
Questions on my phone
Avoiding parents is my habit
I can't live in boxes
Cause my angles aren't matching
Call me when it’s late, did not catch what’s your first name

I fold your eyes in two pockets of nylon
They keep me safe, I'm driving through the tunnel
Tied tight my shoes but still stumbled, entangled
Talking with boardgames
See me through your camera