Lyrics

Come into my life and jump into my bed There'll be holding hands, there'll be faces red You know it ain't fair, I've been working all week Gotta rest these eyes, gotta get some sleep You're into music and you're OK too I just don't know what I'm meant to do about it It's not fair why i'm left with you And your holding hands, and your thank-yous Tell me about your life and tell me about your band Tell me about your band friends that you see around I hear it ain't all chance, no it ain't potluck I'm listening, yeah, but I just don't give a fuck Won't say much 'cos the truth will hurt But you can keep your mix tape and the T-shirt Really gotta rest, gotta get some sleep But you keep leaning in, you keep whispering But I, I ain't even here I'm just bored, I don't know what to do with my love Meeting on the street and meeting in the bar Drinks all day, more drinks at the bar Excuse me please while I duck out back Need a break from you, you cool with that When I get back you're still sitting there Playing with your phone and playing with your hair It's really tough, I've been working all week Gotta get home soon, gotta get some sleep But I, I ain't even here I'm just bored I don't know what to do with my love Oh but I, I ain't even calling I'm just bored, I don't know what to do with my time Come into my life and climb into my bed There'll be holding hands, there'll be faces red I really only offered cos my place was close I see you're drunk and me, almost Won't say much cos the truth will hurt But you can keep your mix tape and the t-shirt Really gotta rest, gotta get some sleep But you keep leaning in, you keep whispering
Writer(s): Thomas Iansek, Joanna Syme Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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