Ever- Dying Teens
Bad things happen in winter
That's what I have, what I have realized
Bad things happen in winter
So don't go outside
Don't go outside
And bad things happen in winter, so would it be a sin
If you stopped still in your tracks
And let me in?
'Cause I can't compete with the greed to succeed
And the ever- dying teens
The greed to succeed, and the want, no the need
Well, I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
I feel safe when I'm with you
So please don't, please don't say goodbye
I feel safe when I'm with you
I'm breathing fast
'Cause your hand's grabbing mine
And I feel safe when I'm with you, so would it be out of line
If I bite my tongue, look you in the eyes
And tell you, "I'm fine"?
'Cause you can't compete with my greed to succeed
You're my last chance, last plea
My greed to succeed, and my want, no my need
Well, I can't compete with you ever- dying teens
I would love to tell you
"Everything's okay, everything's okay"
I would love to tell you that
We could carry on, we could carry on this way
And I would love to tell you
"Would it be a crime
If this song wasn't yours,
And the world isn't mine?"
I can't compete with the greed to succeed
And the ever- dying teens
The greed to succeed, and the want, no the need
Well, I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
The ever- dying teens
You're my last chance, last plea
I need to succeed
(I need some fucking sleep)
'Cause I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
That's what I have, what I have realized
Bad things happen in winter
So don't go outside
Don't go outside
And bad things happen in winter, so would it be a sin
If you stopped still in your tracks
And let me in?
'Cause I can't compete with the greed to succeed
And the ever- dying teens
The greed to succeed, and the want, no the need
Well, I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
I feel safe when I'm with you
So please don't, please don't say goodbye
I feel safe when I'm with you
I'm breathing fast
'Cause your hand's grabbing mine
And I feel safe when I'm with you, so would it be out of line
If I bite my tongue, look you in the eyes
And tell you, "I'm fine"?
'Cause you can't compete with my greed to succeed
You're my last chance, last plea
My greed to succeed, and my want, no my need
Well, I can't compete with you ever- dying teens
I would love to tell you
"Everything's okay, everything's okay"
I would love to tell you that
We could carry on, we could carry on this way
And I would love to tell you
"Would it be a crime
If this song wasn't yours,
And the world isn't mine?"
I can't compete with the greed to succeed
And the ever- dying teens
The greed to succeed, and the want, no the need
Well, I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
The ever- dying teens
You're my last chance, last plea
I need to succeed
(I need some fucking sleep)
'Cause I can't compete with the ever- dying teens
Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Colacchio
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