Halsey
- Is There Somewhere?
White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the nightlife. You tell me this is right where it begins. But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me. I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go. Is there somewhere you can meet me? 'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings. And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.
