Channel: Lauren Jauregui

Category: Music

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Description: Making of Scattered by Lauren Jauregui & Vic Mensa Listen & Download “Scattered” out now: laurenjauregui.ffm.to/scattered Watch Scattered (Live from The Moment): laurenjauregui.ffm.to/scatteredlivevideo Amazon - smarturl.it/LaurenJaureguiAmazon Apple Music - smarturl.it/LaurenJaureguiApple Pandora - smarturl.it/LaurenJaureguiPandor Spotify - smarturl.it/LaurenJaureguiSpotif YouTube Music - smarturl.it/LaurenJaureguiYTMusi Follow Lauren Jauregui Facebook - facebook.com/LaurenJaureguiOfficial Instagram - instagram.com/laurenjauregui Twitter - twitter.com/laurenjauregui TikTok - tiktok.com/@LaurenJauregui Website - laurenjauregui.com Get tickets for An Evening With Lauren Jauregui: laurenjauregui.com #LaurenJauregui #Scattered #Prelude Lyrics: Scattered like the leaves upon the wind when seasons must begin to change again... Shattered Pointed shards a heart is broken left in patterns on the carpet where she wept. Tear stained face I can’t face these Demons all alone, they don’t like me! All night they stay and eat light They talk and they write in thunder and lightening. Gloves on Match met God makes Her bet That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed... I think I might need some help I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself I think I might need some help I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself Scattered Like the leaves upon the wind when Seasons must begin to change again Shattered Pointed shards a heart is broken Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled Blood stained hands all around me Hidden blades in a two faced society With sinister grins They carve out their wins From what’s left of my sanity Gloves on (gloves on) Match met (match met) God makes her last bet (God makes her last bet) That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed I think I might need some help I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself I think I might need some help I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment, My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock, My grey matter been having me seeing red but regardless, I’m not just mad at myself I’m mad at the world, My Girl says I got trust issues Honestly I fuck with you It’s just I need the guts to say fuck it and open up to you But it’s just open cuts to disgusting to be discussed with you, To caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you, Caught up in my dreams and nightmares, Demons don’t fight fair Waking up weeping from my night terrors, I’m acting lightskinned, Really dreaming of crying I need me a Zion right here, Can’t see em coming down my eyes, So I write tears. (Ohhhh) I think I might need some help (I don’t feel like myself) I don’t feel like myself ( I don’t feel like myself) I don’t feel like myself (anymore) I think I might need some help I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself