Lyrics Cruel Optimist - Worriers

Cruel Optimist

The impulse buy, so hold up with life
Seen around bad habits and trap me off court-side
Out of words and lips made for you
Know I’ve held a gun to your head
You were chosen few
But what doesn’t kill you
Just leaves a mess
But no, I never want to tear it back
Another life, could’ve live
To weave another thread to reel me in
But your heart’s not where your mouth is
But the price is mine to pay
Your turned up word has proven useless
I go beside, out of your way
But what doesn’t kill you
Just makes you a mess
But no one ever wants to tell ya that
I’ve been faced this through laughing
I’ve been afraid to leave, I’m fighting still
And never known what I need to do
Don’t know how to push through this
I used to be an optimist
And never known what I need to do
Don’t know how to push through this
I used to be an optimist