Fickle

I want the superficial, I want the tragic
A kiss without love, I don't give a-
Fuck you and your money
Just give me magic
A hand I can hold and let go

Mama got a loaded gun
One day she will put you down

And I've got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
Forget that I'm ordinary
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
No

(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)

And now I found my Mary
Oh how she gets me
We fuck without touch, it's more than enough
It's more than enough, it's more than enough
It's all that I've got

And I've got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
Forget that I'm ordinary
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
No, no

And then me and my fickle friends
We will fight for a fickle end
And we'll get what we wanted
And forget what we wanted
'Cause we know life's fickle like the sand
Oh oh, can I tell you I'm sorry when I meet you there?

In this business, with a bunch of misfits
Always on a hit list, always gotta duck down and run
And ambition, it's about a mission, and you gotta listen
And you gotta know when to stop
And who can say I'm sorry, sorry bout the things that I break
Nobody could fix me baby I'm an honest mistake

And I've got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
Forget that I'm ordinary
I don't care 'bout no karma
I don't care 'bout no karma
No, no

And then me and my fickle friends
We will fight for a fickle end
And we'll get what we wanted
And forget what we wanted
'Cause we know life's fickle like the sand
Oh oh, can I tell you I'm sorry when I meet you there?

(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)
(Am I free?)



Credits
Writer(s): Nicklas Lif, Elias Naslin
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