Lyrics

I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days 'Cause these days are different To those days significantly easier, magnificent to most But this pre-paid initiative That my brain has an issue with Where we know it all is slowly taking hold So sit me down in front of a glass screen And hope that the colours distract me I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days 'Cause these days it's difficult To discern what is literal And the dictionary's doing 180s on the word And there's turmoil at the printing press 'Cause the snake oil costs them so much less Than the ink they used to print the news of the world So sit me down in front of a glass screen And hope that the colours distract me I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days Well, I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days Well, I have more bad days than I have good And I'd just unplug myself if I could I just need a hand to hold To help me And is this really any way to behave? Oh, I am clearly never using my brain I just need a hand to scroll It's not healthy, it's not healthy It's not healthy at all I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days I don't wanna go outside Most of the, most of the time These days
Writer(s): Matthew David Mchale, Robert William Brander, James Robert Newbigging, Oliver Daniel Jameson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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