Lyrics Pack of Nobodies - Emily Wells

Pack of Nobodies

You are downstairs in the kitchen
Learning to be my wife
A good kid on good advice
And we didn’t know it
We don’t know how to love
We don’t know how to love
We don’t know
We fuck it up to to get caught
We get caught to fuck it up
We roam around
Who roam around
We fuck it up to to get caught
We get caught to fuck it up
We roam around
We roam around
You said, «You got something to prove, man?»
I said, «baby I just might, stick around
Learn to fight»
And we didn’t know it
We didn’t know it
We didn’t know it
I don’t know how to love
I don’t know how to love
I don’t know
We fuck it up to to get caught
We get caught to fuck it up
We roam around
We roam around
We fuck it up to get lost
We get lost to fuck it up
We roam around
We roam around
We fuck it up to to get caught
We get caught to fuck it up
We roam around
We roam around
And I’m gonna need you to be careful with me
Some day you’re gonna have to come home
And I’m gonna need you to take care of me
And you’re gonna need me too Wefuckituptogetlost, wegetlosttofuckitup
We roam around, we roam around