Lyrics

I probably shouldn't write this Nobody looks like this Trying to get right the brightness Hope somebody likes this Somebody gets the right fit Somebody gets the night shift Messin' 'round to have five kids One of them will be the nicest I'm so tired of this weather, feel it down in my bones Even when we're together, we just stare at our phones Can we just watch the sunset, and forget how we compare? I wish that I could say that I don't really carе, yeah-yeah, yeah-yеah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I don't really care, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Man, why you write a sonnet? Just trying to get a comment You ain't nobody's prophet Just soundin' like a prophet Don't worry 'bout the angles Man, it could be angels That clip could be dangerous Where everybody's famous I'm so tired of this weather, feel it down in my bones Even when we're together, we just stare at our phones Can we just watch the sunset, and forget how we compare? I wish that I could say that I don't really care, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I don't really care, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I could lie to myself and be honest with somebody else I could try to be something but honestly I don't know what I could lie to myself and be honest with somebody else I could try to be something but honestly I don't know what I don't really care, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I don't really care, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Writer(s): Ruslan Odnoralov, Eli Teplin, Matthew Kearney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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