作词 : Olivia Osby/Avshalom Weinberg

It’ll be nice

It’ll fit like a glove

Take two steps back and close your eyes

If you try enough

It’ll be comfortable

Take a step to the side

A warm shower to relax your muscles

Not much effort but a quick fix

To ease your mind

It’s only starting

The falling, the falling

The tripping over myself

Leaving my shoes untied

Being the purpose of my own demise

Being stupid and being fifteen

Or being older

Thinking I know who I am and what I want

And creating pointless fantasies

The simple mania of no responsibility

Either way I stay the same

I never change

Old habits die too hard

So I’ll hold on to them for the rest of my life

Sandbags I keep tied to my ankles

Weighing me down but comforting at the same time

You are the iris in my eye

The more light the more you shrink away

The more you try to hide

And you are the sun in the sky

Wake up too late and miss most of you before you dip behind the tree line

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye

Being stupid and being fifteen

or being older

Thinking I know who I am and what I want

And creating pointless fantasies

The simple mania of no responsibility

Either way I stay the same

And I never change

Old habits die too hard

So I’ll hold on to them for the rest of my life

The sandbags i keep tied to my ankles

Weighing me down but comforting at the same time

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye

In my eye

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye

You are the iris in my eye