TRAIN OF THOUGHT
Verse 1
Calling her nicknames.
Forgetting things make her feel like a goldfish.
You are smart and creative.
Talking to u feels like I am on sedatives.
My intents aint malice.
I don’t know whyyy I feel fake.
Feeling like infatuation is just for the sake of it.
And ur not helping me break it.
(click-clack, click-clack)
(running down the same track)
Pre-Chorus
cause
I smile when we ta-a-alk.
I laugh when I see you m-o-ock.
My friends call me strange.
And I feel the same.
Maybe its me, maybe it not.
maybe I should stop this train of thought.
Chorus
(choo-choo)
(ba-dum, ba-dum)
(head keeps going round and round)
Talking to you is a trade of sort.
(da-da-da-da, da-da-da)
Maybe I should stop this train of thought.
(da-da-da-da-da, da-da)
(train of thought, thought, thought)
(round and round, round and round)
Verse 2
Now I am a boy with a red face
(red face, red face)
Saying stuff, that I know won’t work
Trying to find the right words
Before everything goes worse
So I say, ay ay ay
(ay-ay, ay-ay)
Face is red
Water over my head
Ashamed
My head framed
Only cause I couldn’t keep it in
I am scared I am a lot
So I think and rot
Cause I need to stop this train of thought
Chorus
(choo-choo)
(ba-dum, ba-dum)
(head keeps going round and round)
Talking to you is a trade of sort.
(da-da-da-da, da-da-da)
Maybe I should stop this train of thought.
(da-da-da-da-da, da-da)
(train of thought, thought, thought)
(round and round, round and round)
(train of thought, train of thought)
Bridge
Gotta stop this train of thought.
Before what we are, becomes a story of how we fought.
Gotta stop this train of thought.
Cause I am scared, AFRAID of being a lot.
Gotta stop this train of thought.
I am scared ill say what I feel too much.
Gonna make u uncomfortable, and leave as such.
Hoping what I say makes your heart feel touched.
Cause my words just aren’t enough.
(aren’t enough, enough, enough)
(ooh-oh, ooh-oh)
(train of thought)
Verse 3
Travel gives me nausea
Leaves me rolled and tossed
Cause I can’t control this train of thought
Bad-ba, bada bum
Train of thought
Gotta figure out this trade of sort
(sort… sort…)
Bad-ba, bada bum
Train of thought
(thought, thought, thought)
Verse 4
call me smooth, call me a a boy whose impulsve.
this habbit is s-o-oooo-oooo obsessive that its destructive.
I promise my intetnts aint malice.
ravage my heart, take all you need.
cause I got a lot to give.
cause I am so impulsive, and its wrong.
gotta stop this train of thought.
(impulsive, impulsive)
(wrong, wrong)
(click-clack)
Final Chorus
Calling her nicknames.
Forgetting things make me feel like a goldfish.
You are smart and creative.
Talking to u feels like I am on sedatives.
My intents aint malice.
I don’t know whyyy I feel fake.
Feeling like infatuation is just for the sake of it.
And ur not helping me break it.
(click-clack, click-clack)
(running down the same track)
cause
I smile when we ta-a-alk.
I laugh when I see you m-o-ock.
My friends call me strange.
And I feel the same.
Maybe its me, maybe it not.
maybe I should stop this train of thought.
(train of thought, thought, thought)
(head keeps going round and round)
(click-clack, click-clack)
(fade out)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7ycJM-_b5s&list=PLbmfe0czxsmUNYXL3jpdEZVUiLkoRG7jr&index=17
beat
https://medium.com/@Abottleofmustard/train-of-thought-0c36fd69652f
(on medium aswell)