Yell
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
The concept really isn't that wild
Just some second hand only child
Did you waste your time on me
Immaturity feeds the urge to run away
Circling like a bird of prey
Waiting for a final plea
And the funny thing is
It's not normal to dread it
Never wrote one song about her
And I think that says enough
Don't give yourself the credit
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
Did it give you some sort of peace of mind
To try and find the line for sure
When you couldn't keep your eyes off me
Same long sleeves
But I make them cool
Tell all your friends that it was me
But it's clear to fucking see
So embarrassing it's cruel
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
The concept really isn't that wild
Just some second hand only child
Did you waste your time on me
Immaturity feeds the urge to run away
Circling like a bird of prey
Waiting for a final plea
And the funny thing is
It's not normal to dread it
Never wrote one song about her
And I think that says enough
Don't give yourself the credit
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
Did it give you some sort of peace of mind
To try and find the line for sure
When you couldn't keep your eyes off me
Same long sleeves
But I make them cool
Tell all your friends that it was me
But it's clear to fucking see
So embarrassing it's cruel
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
Self-control's the only thing that counts for
Being blackout drunk at half past four
I know it's a brave idea to think about the
Tears down my cheeks as she shut the door
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Writer(s): Holly Michaela Bee
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