Good Things
Annabelle Dinda
3:34Mm-hm You wanna call As if I have a say in it at all Your fatal flaw You only do what's automatic In your defense You probably think you're seeing me again You're hitting send Pretending that it's cinematic Why do guys always spit on the sidewalk? And why am I so confined to polite talk? This will be how our species will die off On the phone, poking holes in the drywall You wanna fight? Alright, I think I'm free again tonight It might be fine But probably, you'll just say you like me Which I'll ignore But that has never made you stop before I'm keeping score In case misfortune comes to strike me Why do guys always listen with one ear? And why do I always wish you were not here? This will be a weird cap to a bad year Fire's gone, gotta wait 'til the ash clears Making the bed Walking to dinner I never think of what you want Maybe it's sad Cry me a river You never think of what I want Hang up the phone And try to not predict the great unknown It's getting old You're just like me when I was twenty All thoughts and prayers All sweetest nothings, tuckings of the hair It isn't fair But sorry, I have seen it plenty Why do guys always speak in imabic? Every lie even more sycophantic Being nice doesn't make you romantic I don't know how you don't understand it Making the bed Walking to dinner I never think of what you want Maybe it's sad Cry me a river You never think of what I want Wearing a skirt Turning a corner I never think of what you want Maybe it hurts Character for ya You never think of what I want What do we want? What do we give up? Nothing we're doing here will outlive us What do we want? And what do we give up? Nothing we're doing here will outlive us What do we want? And what do we give up? Nothing we're doing here will Hey, hey this is good Hey, this is better We get to think of what we want This will be great Worse off together Now we can think of what we want