Everything but My Money
We scream along with ballads like we even know the lyrics
Yeah, we've all got broken hearts from falling in love with restless wandering spirits
You're not special and it's no big deal
Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal
The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve
I hope that I get greeted with a, 'aww nice jacket mate, can I try it on?'
And so I do my best to shed the individualistic mind
But my songs still wind up in the first person
Try not to think of anything relating to this feeling
Sinking into my own consciousness till I struggle to breathe
And there's a lot of shit that I need to do
And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you
And how you'll be gone soon
There's no more cigarettes and no more spin and my lungs feel empty
Pre-empting fate and pretending despite everything that I'm okay
Cos this is the middle ground, the precious absence of understanding
Any fucking thing about any fucking thing
And there's a lot of shit that I need to do
And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you
And how you'll be gone soon
I'm not special and it's no big deal
Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal
The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know you'll be in front of me
Brandishing a gun at me
Taking everything but my money
You'll take everything but my money
Cos you know that I don't have any
Yeah, we've all got broken hearts from falling in love with restless wandering spirits
You're not special and it's no big deal
Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal
The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve
I hope that I get greeted with a, 'aww nice jacket mate, can I try it on?'
And so I do my best to shed the individualistic mind
But my songs still wind up in the first person
Try not to think of anything relating to this feeling
Sinking into my own consciousness till I struggle to breathe
And there's a lot of shit that I need to do
And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you
And how you'll be gone soon
There's no more cigarettes and no more spin and my lungs feel empty
Pre-empting fate and pretending despite everything that I'm okay
Cos this is the middle ground, the precious absence of understanding
Any fucking thing about any fucking thing
And there's a lot of shit that I need to do
And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you
And how you'll be gone soon
I'm not special and it's no big deal
Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal
The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know you'll be in front of me
Brandishing a gun at me
Taking everything but my money
You'll take everything but my money
Cos you know that I don't have any
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Writer(s): Jude Joseph
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