What Mayballs Do

I don't know if I should wait to be ready

And should I stop winking back?

Cause my eyelids are always feeling too heavy

But when were leaving they lift up

As if it were the last time I see

This is what Mayballs do

Fucked up my head too soon

I want to follow you

But no Cinderella's shoe tonight

I cry on my own

I'm finally born

I found all of the pieces but it took so long

That I broke down

I can't see home

(I can't see home)

Every day another message but it's always monosyllables

Kind of minimal, I like it but

I need more to read

I need more to see from you

A picture a day isn't enough

I can't believe my luck

There's someone else so I just have to swallow up my words

As the months fly by

I'm so close, yet so far away

So I feel there's never time for us

This is what Mayballs do

Fucked up my head too soon

I want to follow you

But no Cinderella's shoe tonight

I cry on my own

I'm finally born

I found all of the pieces but it took so long

That I broke down

I can't see home

(Yeah I'm happy, yeah

I'm in my own lane so

Hm, yeah)

This is what Mayballs do

I saw you dancing in traffic

Then packing again

Welcome to this little journey

Around my head, I guess

It's tricky cause I don't know how to explain it

It's like the calm after the storm

It's like a fever, like a

Like an Afterfever

In some sense

(The Afterfever)

I've seen what Mayballs do

With my own eyes

And that's the truth