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Top Songs By Pretty Preachers Club
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martha McKay
Songwriter
Hannah Berry
Songwriter
Lyrics
You don't care to know but
Basically I'm tired of thinking
My mind's running too fast
And the rooms still spinning
I won't give up on it, though
My body's not cut out for it so
I'll keep these old habits young
It's my mind that suffers more than my lungs
All these pure feelings went cold
They never tell you turning 20 ain't all that though
All I really ask: am I missing out on really life?
Did you really think I'd be someone's house wife?
A rocky marriage living in the suburbs with a fence and a gate
And in this job in the centre of a city I hate
You're not gonna ask me if I'm ok?
If I could numb the pain any other way I would, babe
I just can't handle the shame
And I can't pick your brain
Tangled with my tired thoughts
And 10 missed calls from my sexiest boss
I miss not knowing what it feels like
Doing drugs on the counter top at midnight
Even when I'm high
I don't feel too psyched
All I really ask: am I missing out on really life?
Did you really think I'd be someone's house wife?
A rocky marriage living in the suburbs with a fence and a gate
And in this job in the centre of a city I hate
You're not gonna ask me if I'm ok?
The days are moving faster but my minds just getting slower
This city is filled with pretty parasites and posers
Their hopes too High so their IQ is lower
I'm young but I sure as hell feel older
All I really ask: am I missing out on really life?
Did you really think I'd be someone's house wife?
A rocky marriage living in the suburbs with a fence and a gate
And in this job in the centre of a city I hate
You're not gonna ask me if I'm ok?
Writer(s): Martha Mckay
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