Inside Voices
I just sit inside in silence
I just sit inside
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
I just sit inside in silence
I just sit inside
I'd love to spent a day in the clouds and I
Wish I had another day with you now
But you're gone, I'm alone, and the music's too loud
Go out and I'm alone in the crowd, it's all I think about
Really never felt right there
All the kids had mommy's money, I had waif-like hair
Wasn't ever good at being told what to wear
Much prefer to sit and people-watch in King George Square
And I really wanna leave, but you tell me to say
And there's smoke in my face
And you say you try to stop, but couldn't handle the breaks
Cut the ties, fuck the cuts on the thighs, now cut the cake
And I'm left-field
I fucking hate Westfield
And I can't feel and I can't remember how to cartwheel
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
I just sit inside in silence
I just sit inside
I just sit inside
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
I just sit inside in silence
I just sit inside
I'd love to spent a day in the clouds and I
Wish I had another day with you now
But you're gone, I'm alone, and the music's too loud
Go out and I'm alone in the crowd, it's all I think about
Really never felt right there
All the kids had mommy's money, I had waif-like hair
Wasn't ever good at being told what to wear
Much prefer to sit and people-watch in King George Square
And I really wanna leave, but you tell me to say
And there's smoke in my face
And you say you try to stop, but couldn't handle the breaks
Cut the ties, fuck the cuts on the thighs, now cut the cake
And I'm left-field
I fucking hate Westfield
And I can't feel and I can't remember how to cartwheel
Everyone talks nicely
But I don't think they like me
'Cause when they go out they never invite me
Maybe I'm too quiet
Should I try and fight it
I just need someone to sit beside in silence
I just sit inside in silence
I just sit inside
Credits
Writer(s): Grace Shaw, Matthew Khabbaz, Ben Field, Samuel Korman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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