Вступление
I'm not tryna ruin your fun
You're just a little bit late,
I guess you're already done
There's this feeling I
can't shake 'cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doing the right
thing so I'm so stuck
If you see me in
America I might say "Hi"
But if you meet me out in
Europe I'm a talkative guy
Maybe we'll talk over
scones around lunch some time
And I've never been to
France so it might be nice
But I can't take this
paparazzi, geez
It's like the camera's always
out and always starin' at me
Em С
And if I say the wrong thing,
they'll cut my tongue 'til it
bleeds, Always whippin' out their
pitchforks when you try to speak
But that couldn't be me.
Next day I'm walkin' the road
Kickin' rocks, it's my fault
My life's the worst story told,
I'll be this way 'til I'm old
I rip a page out the book,
I'm just so misunderstood
I always think about her,
and when my life felt good
I smoked a cig on the porch
It doesn't numb me at all,
I wonder, what's it all for?
Is this the girl I adored
and I know I can't afford
Watchin' her walk out the door
so I keep it to myself,
and keep my feet on the floor
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