Sitter

In the line of horror

She keeps her spot at the window for now

Beyond this big square

She reached but I’m a sucker

and the so bored motherf*ckers

They’re all in place but she’s not there

She reached to me with orange hair

Your passive state in a big screw up

But you don’t want to be a sitter

Through your poor looking glass

You don’t want to be an outfield, Scofield

in the boring class

But you don’t want to be a sitter

In your poor looking dress

You don’t want to be an outfield, Scofield

in the boring class

in the boring class

Darling we’ve got to let you see now

Try to be cool, what are you saying

and your vocals are amazing

Beyond this big square

The boredom in the riches

and truncheon superstition

But you don’t want to be a sitter

Through your poor looking glass

You don’t want to be an outfield, Scofield

in the boring class

You don’t want to be a sitter

In your poor looking dress

You don’t want to be an outfield, Scofield

in the boring class

in the boring class

You don’t want to be a sitter

You don’t want to be a sitter