It was clever when you told me That you only ever see me on the roadside 'Cause like I'm only really gonna Take a minute to be something that you don't like You don't like
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing And you could have the world in writing But that would mean nothing
You get so precious like you're someone famous I don't even care, am I supposed to? I know it's only just beginning It's the feeling that you're winning, now I hate you I hate you
And it's complicated talking to you knowing that I'm right Every second counts and ounce So happy not to start this fight 'Cause we run and run in circles every argument we have It's beginning to sound pointless I just wish you could relax
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing And you could have the world in writing But that would mean nothing 'Cause you could get all excited for nothing And you could have the world in writing But that would mean nothing
Look at me moving on Even I think it's wrong They all look like you these days Look at you moving on Even I think it's fucked They all look like you these days They all look like you these days
Compositores: Thomas Arthur Edward Higham, Benjamin Michael Fletcher, Jack Sibley ECAD: Obra #31475739