Lyrics Whore (Mend My Soul) - We Are Band Nerds

Whore (Mend My Soul)

I don’t trust nobody
Cause' I been burned before
I am possessed by a metronome (metronome)
All I hear is 8th and quarter notes (quarter notes)
8th in my styrofoam (styrofoam)
My feet are betraying me, I feel the drink in me
Please don’t pick up the phone (please don’t pick up the phone)
Maybe the pheromone (maybe the pheromone)
Got me hot in the streets, she say I’m a freak
My dick runs deep, I’m a baritone (baritone)
Probably why I ain’t famous (famous)
God knows what my aim is (aim is)
But I ain’t bloom till' I was 22
So ask yourself do you blame him?
(blame him)
Emotions like in a Rubik’s cube
Many of whom try to claim him (claim him)
But all this time he’s been selling lies
So ask yourself do you blame them?
(blame them, blame them)
I am possessed by a metronome (metronome)
All I hear is some clicks and a steady tone (steady tone)
Suicidal thoughts when I’m left all alone (all alone)
M.O.C.
got the weed, I just hit the phone
Collecting broken hearts like it’s lucky charms (lucky charms)
Not my intentions when leading on (leading on)
Swear I was in love with all of them (all of them)
So why is it I feel I need to run?
(need to run)
I love you tonight (night, night)
She said: «I love you for life»
Hold up, I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t feed into these emotions, right?
(right, right)
I guess that you lied, (lied, lied)
What a surprise (right, what a surprise)
A hit of this kush (kush, kush, kush)
Feeling the vibes (vibes, vibes, vibes)
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling good, how are you?
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling good, how are you?
I (I) don’t trust nobody (body)
Cause' I been burned before
So I’d rather be a whore (whore)
God damn (god damn)
I’d rather be a whore (whore)
God damn (god damn)
Yeah
I see a change like the seasons
No reason to leave, but I leave like the trees in the fall
I sample a piece and she senses that I want it all
Yes, even demons have wings
I think I’ve entangled an angel
She’ll be so hateful, she grows attached
I’m gone with the wind, like I was Clark Gable
She says I make no sense, It’s a shame she can’t take no hints
She acting like I’ve been faithful since we first met
But her perspective is way past tense, brains past dense
I’m not tryna' get no wife, I don’t want nothing official
Just wanna hit those lights, just one night
Watch your boy hit her then toy with her like Fisher Price
There is no right in love and war
I’m a sicko, common schizo', I ain’t got no type
Different chick — different night
Plain and simple: I’m just tryna' live my life
What you call that?
I spring when the showers bring flowers and sow seeds for the season
But any reason it get hot like the summer I treat her like autumn and I fall
back
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling good, how are you?
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling good, how are you?
I (I) don’t trust nobody (body)
Cause' I been burned before
So I’d rather be a whore (whore)
God damn (god damn), god damn
I’d rather be a whore (whore)
God (god), god (god)
Rather be a whore