Текст песни Митчелл - Твои инстаграмы

Your instagrams are silent
Like drunk cats in the basements in winter sleep
Your instagrams are silent
As if they were gone
Together with you
And I came up with everything
And there is nothing that could give rise to
Wait at the window for your profile
Your instagrams are silent
Like all that is not
Like everyone that doesn't know me
Your instagrams are silent
And scorching all the songs
In my mind

Die
On my arms
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Die
On my arms
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore

Your instagrams are silent
And pretend that everyone is hurt
Your instagrams are silent
And i understand
What is easier to be a god
Than to look for something
In your cold eyes
Your instagrams are silent
While the rain is falling
As I fall
Until everything falls

Die
On my arms
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Die
On my arms
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore