17 — Yourcodenameis:Milo

can't get rid of your feeling I should give it up and spit it out I can't find my own, join your crowd I move in circles, you make my tracks

fluorescent lies, smoke filled rooms is where I ended up with broken past the room would swell, I'm in bloom confuse me first consume me last

please get away from your disco clouds

and the days we've taken all for granted now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever

it's hell for the tourist, photo call to capture the moment when you fall

please get away from your disco clouds your disco clouds 17 please get away from your disco clouds your disco clouds

days we've taken all for granted days we've taken all for granted

and the days we've taken all for granted all for granted now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever