Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Am I the One, artist - Fun..
Date of issue: 13.02.2012
Song language: English
Why Am I the One |
I got enough on my mind |
that when she pulls me by the hand |
She hasn’t much to hold onto |
She keeping count on her hand One, Two, Three days |
That I been sleeping on my side |
I finished kissing my death |
so now I head back up the steps |
Thinking about where I’ve been, |
I mean the sun was never like this |
I wanna feel with the season. |
I guess it makes sense |
Cause my lifes become as vapid as a night out in Los Angeles |
And I just want to stay in bed, |
And hold you like I used to You know that I am home, so darling if you love me Would you let me know??? |
Or go on, go on, go on, |
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come |
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff |
For once, for once, for once, |
I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong |
Why am I the one always packing all my stuff |
She got enough on her mind |
That she feel no sorrow |
I let my fate fill the air |
So now she rollin down the window |
Never been one to hold on But I need a last breath |
So I ask if she remembers when |
She used to come and visit me We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong |
Go on, go on, go on, |
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come |
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff |
For once, for once, for once, |
I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong |
Why am I the one always packing all my stuff |
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much |
I’ll move back down |
To this western town |
When they find me out |
Make no mistake about it |
I’ll move back down to this western town |
When they find me out make no mistake about it |
I’ll move back down to this western town… |
(Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come) |
Why am I the one always packin up my stuff |
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come |
Why am I the one always packin up my stuff |
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong |
Why am I the one always packin up my stuff |
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much |
I’ll move back down… |