| I’m just a fool to let you by my side
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| And you say its cool but I’m never satisfied
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| Just a modern take
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| On an 80s great
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| I wonder what outfit you’re dressing in now
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| You favoured and shirt now I’m rubbing you out
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| Just a shifting shape
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| And just a yawning gape
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| And its never OK not to love you
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| And its never OK not to try
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| And its never OK not to show up
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| And its never OK to cry
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| Well I got a lifetime of practice
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| At keeping the hurting inside
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| And tying myself to a lover
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| Who can’t tell I’m even alive
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| And gone are the moments I put them to task
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| And gone is the admiration to
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| Just a faltered
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| And just a endless wave
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| And ritualistic the planing i do
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| We know the steps executed us too
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| Just a starving waste
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| And just a carless grace
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| And its never OK not to love you
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| And its never OK not to try
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| And its never OK not to show off
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| And its never OK to cry
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| Cause I got a lifetime of practice
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| At keeping the hurting inside
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| And tying myself to a lover
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| Who can’t tell I’m even alive
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| Well I’m risking it all not to love you
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| Who knows what’s on the other side
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| Well I can’t say I’ve ever imagined
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| But it’s the only thing I haven’t tried
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| Cause I got a lifetime of practice
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| At locking the hurting inside
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| And finding myself only lovers
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| Who can’t tell I’m even a-
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| Who can’t even tell I’m even a- a-
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| Who can’t see I’m even a-
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| Who can’t see I’m even a- a-
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| Who don’t care I’m even a-
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| Who don’t care I’m eve a- a- a- a- a-live |