Moving On
It was clever when you told me
That you only ever see me on the roadside
'Cause like I'm only really gonna take a minute
To be something that you don't like, you don't like
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
You get so precious like you're someone famous
I don't even care, am I supposed to?
I know it's only just beginning
It's the feeling that you're winning
Now I hate you, I hate you
And it's complicated talking to you knowing
That I'm right, every second counts and ounce
So happy not to start this fight
'Cause we run and run in circles
Every argument we have
It's beginning to sound pointless
I just wish you could relax
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
Look at me moving on
Even I think it's wrong
They all look like you these days
Look at you moving on
Even I think it's fucked
They all look like you these days
They all look like you these days
Look at me moving on
Even I think it's wrong
That you only ever see me on the roadside
'Cause like I'm only really gonna take a minute
To be something that you don't like, you don't like
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
You get so precious like you're someone famous
I don't even care, am I supposed to?
I know it's only just beginning
It's the feeling that you're winning
Now I hate you, I hate you
And it's complicated talking to you knowing
That I'm right, every second counts and ounce
So happy not to start this fight
'Cause we run and run in circles
Every argument we have
It's beginning to sound pointless
I just wish you could relax
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing
But that would mean nothing
Look at me moving on
Even I think it's wrong
They all look like you these days
Look at you moving on
Even I think it's fucked
They all look like you these days
They all look like you these days
Look at me moving on
Even I think it's wrong
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Writer(s): Jack Sibley, Tom Higham, Benjamin John Fletcher
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