Sitcoms

Whats the rush, whats the damage?
Not so tough, not today
If it ain't enough, I don't know what happened
The wolves keep pulling me away
I'm cracking up to sitcoms while she's sleeping
The bluest collared bird I've ever seen
A lamb amongst the wolves still singing for the sixties
I'll believe anything

No one really talks like that you're lying to yourself
You're looking for a comeback but you're lying to yourself
Can't you tell?

Spend the night trying to find me
I'm all right handed swings
Ain't it such a trip? I want to see you get behind me
Words don't mean anything
I'm cracking up to sitcoms while she's sleeping
I'll wait for you forever till you leave
A lamb amongst the wolves, sit and stare at your ceiling
I'll believe anything

No one really talks like that you're lying to yourself
You're looking for a comeback but you're lying to yourself
Can't you tell?

Whats the rush?



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Drossart, Ryan Eick, Ryley Crowe, Samuel Farrell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link