Lyrics Nervous - Magic Bronson

Nervous

These are the days
We get stuck in our ways
Solving mysteries
And these are the nights
That we stay inside
Making history
History, yea
Yea, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, floods, parking permits
These are the lines
We rehearse in our minds
Till we’re speaking
These are the times
That we try to unwind
Till we’re sleeping
Yea, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, floods, parking permits