Texty
Its like you’ve got a problem with everything i do now,
and everything means nothing when you’re not in the mood,
it’s like I’m not in the room with ya, i might as-well be sitting on the moon,
girl you’re like a rocket, you’re running out fuel
So you can hate me all you like and you can go tell your friends,
But I would rather lose my mind instead of playing pretend,
It’s such a good life, feels right with you all the time,
But I’m tongue tied, satisfied with nothing on the line.
So what we gonna do now?
What we gonna do ?
Need something I can lose now, something I can lose.
So when I met your mamma, she said I was a good one,
I swear to god I love her,
But she didn’t know the truth,
Even if you haven’t got a clue or ya,
Letting everything just fall through on ya,
Try and take a walk in my shoes and you’ll see why I’ve been feeling confused,
So you can hate me all you like and you can go tell your friends,
But I would rather lose my mind instead of playing pretend,
It’s such a good life, feels right with you all the time,
But I’m tongue tied, satisfied with nothing on the line.
So what we gonna do now?
What we gonna do ?
Need something I can lose now, something I can lose.
Written by: Ben Fletcher, Marti Perramon Holgado, Tom Higham


