Sober (Chilled)
You're stuck on your way in You're fucked
and it's showing So what are you waiting for?
Forgot what your name is Didn't stop you
to take it What the fuck did you take it for?
We're downstairs in a strangers room,
with people I don't really care about Small talk from a point of view,
from someone I don't really care about I don't know what you're
leaning on, but you're looking like you're tripping out You don't
know what you really want,
tell me what you really want You're standing on your own You're
looking through your phone Just give me one good reason,
I don't just go home Love me when you're sober You said that we were
over So I don't really know why I'm still not enough Your times up
you're wasted All the heartache you faked it These emotions are basic,
now I give and you take it And you act like
you hate it Oh don't act like you hate it, love
We're upstairs in your parents room,
but you don't really care about me Small talk from a point of view,
but you don't really care about me I don't know what you're leaning
on 'cause you're looking like your tripping out I don't know what you
really want, tell me what you really want You're standing on your
own You're looking through your phone Just give me one good reason,
I don't just go home Love me when you're sober You said that
we were over So I don't really know why I'm still not enough
and it's showing So what are you waiting for?
Forgot what your name is Didn't stop you
to take it What the fuck did you take it for?
We're downstairs in a strangers room,
with people I don't really care about Small talk from a point of view,
from someone I don't really care about I don't know what you're
leaning on, but you're looking like you're tripping out You don't
know what you really want,
tell me what you really want You're standing on your own You're
looking through your phone Just give me one good reason,
I don't just go home Love me when you're sober You said that we were
over So I don't really know why I'm still not enough Your times up
you're wasted All the heartache you faked it These emotions are basic,
now I give and you take it And you act like
you hate it Oh don't act like you hate it, love
We're upstairs in your parents room,
but you don't really care about me Small talk from a point of view,
but you don't really care about me I don't know what you're leaning
on 'cause you're looking like your tripping out I don't know what you
really want, tell me what you really want You're standing on your
own You're looking through your phone Just give me one good reason,
I don't just go home Love me when you're sober You said that
we were over So I don't really know why I'm still not enough
Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Brookfield, Harry Manton
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