| It never was compatible
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| But something made it flammable
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| We were young and so jealous
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| And we let it all go to waste
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| Don’t bother having a conscience
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| Now stuff our life into bags
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| We were young and so jealous
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| And we let it all
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| Fake the smallest version of myself
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| Can’t shake this moment inside of my head
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| Duck in shame and sink into my shell
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| And play it over and over again until the favors end
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| Sit around and waiting
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| Thinking how you’re treated
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| Feeling like you’re fading
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| Complaining and wasting away
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| I slip the sloppy g’day, the drink is always amazed
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| At how much I would like to let it control me
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| I make a pact with my friends we’ll never lose a game again
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| Unless the shots I take are served from the bar
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| I’m about to dunk
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| You’re telling me I’m the chosen one
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| But I’m stuck inside a funk
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| But baby I’ve been the frozen one
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| I’m scared of getting punked
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| You’re telling me I’m the chosen one
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| So I’ll become a drunk
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| But baby I’ve been the frozen one
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| Stop that you ain’t no friend of mine
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| We don’t believe your lies
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| Go on and live your life
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| Running out the back door
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| Stop no need to apologize
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| No way to make it right
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| Go on and live your life
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| Running out the back door
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| It never was compatible
|
| But something made it flammable
|
| We were young and so jealous
|
| And we let it all go to waste
|
| Don’t bother having a conscience
|
| Now stuff our life into bags
|
| We were young and so jealous
|
| And we let it all
|
| Fake the smallest version of myself
|
| Can’t shake this moment inside of my head
|
| Duck in shame and sink into my shell
|
| And play it over and over again until the favors end
|
| Sit around and waiting
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| Thinking how you’re treated
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| Feeling like you’re fading
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| Complaining and wasting away |