Slip

I watch as the rain collects on the window
Is that a metaphor, well
We don't know for sure
Words don't matter anymore
We're just so damn immature

I'm gunna write this broken record
What was the point in this at all?
You pretend you're not a fraud
Just wanna retire at twenty-four

So I'll hang up my guitar
Drive around in fancy cars
Get off the high horse where you're sat
'Cause E-flat is where it's at

I'm gunna write this broken record
What was the point in this at all?
You pretend you're not a fraud
Just wanna retire at twenty-four

I'm gunna write this broken record
What was the point in this at all?
You pretend you're not a fraud
Oh no
Just wanna retire at twenty-four

But we'll be dead by twenty-three



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Writer(s): Dominic Sellers
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