бляяяяяять этот тееекст яяяяя просто-sometimes there are two, three, four of me
all fighting at the funeral 'bout who gets to own the property
guess I always turn up just a little too early
I stay a little longer, wake up feeling pretty dirty
but you're the only one who gets this
the last one left standing that I can be absurd with
come on, what am I supposed to do?
yes, I know I'm hard work, baby, I love you too
secretly I'm not as sordid as I say I am
I'm bursting at the seams waiting to hear again how great I am
yellow, red, pink, love me some low light
it goes really well until you find out what I'm really like
we go out to breakfast, I make two years of mess
I'm running out of answers and I'm not even dressed
I like to think I'm balanced, but can't look at my phone
'cause you're so hyped and now i'm jealous and still on my own
doing my best to juice the last out of my youth before it ends
I wish I'd done it a bit better, kept my cool around the bends
everything goes so fast now
let's hold it a moment and slow it down
how can you leave me just right when my head and I can't be alone?