The Fool

Boots on
Fucking gone
And everyone, knows there's no saving me
So jaded, cross-faded
Can I feel, a false reality?

And why should I be sorry now?
They never know the words anyhow
Pour another gin and sprite
Doing cocaine after midnight
Check yourself, there's faces all around

No sweat
I'm cool with it
And their thoughts don't mean shit
Yeah I stopped listening
I tore my clothes, bloodied my nose
I'm mutinous, a modern day James Dean

And why should I be sorry now?
They never know the words anyhow
Pour another gin and sprite
Doing cocaine after midnight
Check yourself, there's faces all around

Seeking for substance to say what I mean
Contemporaries cultured through a box with a screen
Shoot down their stares cause' I'm making my own rules
Find me on the hill with all of the other fools

Oh why should I be sorry now?
They never know the words anyhow
Pour another gin and sprite
Doing cocaine after midnight
Check yourself, there's faces all around

And no
I'm not sorry now
They never know the words anyhow
Pour another gin and sprite
Doing cocaine after midnight
Check yourself, there's faces all around



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Hall
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