W.Y.N.A

Look at this mess
Look at all the harm we've done
Im sorry I got stressed and started talking like a Tommy gun
Theres nothing left to say yet we take turns in speaking
I'll have to catch up on my sleep before we hit the weekend
Feels like we're going in circles
Feels like we're going insane
It's taxing on our brains and I'm
so drained I know that you're the same
But we'll be alright and we'll be alright
Driving you up the wall just for the fun of it
Well I'm happy that you called when I was feeling sick
Been feeling this sense of doubt
When you're not around
I digress I'm a mess just going on and on
I'm happy to be petty if we've settled on it going wrong
Nothing left to say, take turns in speaking
I'll have to catch up on my sleep before we hit the weekend
Feels like we're going in circles
Feels like we're going insane
It's taxing on our brains and I'm
so drained I know that you're the same
But we'll be alright and we'll be alright
Driving you up the walls just for the fun of it
Well I'm happy that you called when I was feeling sick
Feeling the sense of doubt
When you're not around
You're as scarce
As Reese's buttercups used to be
Before they were stocked in Sainsburys
Baby are you happy with me
I decree that you tell me
Feels like we're going in circles
Feels like we're going insane
Feels like we're going in circles and we're the same



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Writer(s): Luigi Giovanni Di Vuono, Isaac Taylor, Jack Thomas Walsh, Matthew Buckley
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