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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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