歌詞
I won't play this game anymore
Why can't I fight back instead of trying to endure
Ruining every good thing now
Turning every offer down
Should be old enough to talk on my behalf
Is it really worth an argument this late?
We lost the plot
You never hear a word I say
You're really good at tearing me apart
I'm really good at taking it to heart
"It's just business, man"
Well, I don't give a fuck
Just leave me alone now
Out of touch, without soul now
And I can't pop this stupid fucking pimple on my knee
What's the fuckin' point in talkin'?
You're just blowin' smoke
It's so cool you're out in LA
Givin' up on hope
You're really good at tearing me apart
I'm really good at taking it to heart
You trade speaking terms for checkbooks
Man, you suck
They got you in a chokehold now
A suit without a soul now
And I can't wait to hear about your Ivy League degree
There's nothing worse than growin' up
I don't have it figured out
But we got nothin' in common
Man, I'd never take that route
They got you in a chokehold now
A suit without a soul now
And I can't wait to hear about your Ivy League degree
Written by: Harrison voss Gordon
