Poser
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
Got zeros in my pocket
Can't fall out
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
I feel just like a piece of shit
Strung up on the heat of it
Ah, lost in Los Angeles
Maybe I should make a list
Of all the girls I should've kissed
Ah, lied to my therapist
I died to make it out alive
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I broke down on the freeway
And I just smiled
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
Sick of all the politics
Or maybe I just need some sex
Ah, right now my brain's a mess
Maybe I should stay at home
Constrict the high with my headphones
Ah, I need some better friends
I died to make it out alive
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I passed out in the bathroom
It got so wild
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I broke my middle finger
But I blacked out
So I can't show you how I feel now
So I can't show you how I feel
I feel just like a piece of shit
(Nothing goes my way)
Strung up on the heat of it
(Goes my way)
Sick of all the politics
(Nothing goes my way)
Or maybe I just need some sex
(Goes my way)
Nothing goes my way
Goes my way!
She don't know my style
Got zeros in my pocket
Can't fall out
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
I feel just like a piece of shit
Strung up on the heat of it
Ah, lost in Los Angeles
Maybe I should make a list
Of all the girls I should've kissed
Ah, lied to my therapist
I died to make it out alive
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I broke down on the freeway
And I just smiled
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
Sick of all the politics
Or maybe I just need some sex
Ah, right now my brain's a mess
Maybe I should stay at home
Constrict the high with my headphones
Ah, I need some better friends
I died to make it out alive
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I passed out in the bathroom
It got so wild
I'm over my head and I said
Nothing goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Goes my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
Nothing goes my (way!)
She said that I'm a poser but
She don't know my style
I broke my middle finger
But I blacked out
So I can't show you how I feel now
So I can't show you how I feel
I feel just like a piece of shit
(Nothing goes my way)
Strung up on the heat of it
(Goes my way)
Sick of all the politics
(Nothing goes my way)
Or maybe I just need some sex
(Goes my way)
Nothing goes my way
Goes my way!
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Carson, Timothy Pagnotta, Cameron Boyer, Cameron Olsen, Sean Foreman, Brennen Bates
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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