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Used to be so many coats of paint
Now it's only seven on the page
For this Rubik's Cube apartment
And I was so excited when you came
Checked the time and looked into my face
Put my hands below my armpits
Your mom and I loved this place before the facelift
Back then it could sleep
Now we just keep all those moments in the basement
And we're painting your bedroom avocado green
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Don't it all look the same
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Baby gets to grow up in a video game
Didn't really have a better reason
Figured you would color in the feeling
Now my finger's pointing at the ceiling
You did and you did and you
Didn't really have a better reason
Figured you would color in the feeling
Now my finger's pointing at the ceiling
You did and you did and you
Don't everything look the same
(Wait run that back)
We run in circles every day
Chasing off feelings the sky looking gray
Baby said, Why are you here
We feel no excitement this shit isn't fair
And I'm 'posed to care for you?
I shoulda been careful I brought you to hell
Lotta shit that I don't need in the mail
The buildings block the view, it's time to get out of the city
You can let the boy off at the firehouse
If you don't I don't care you can fly him out
Yeah baby he gone
Tell that nigga come find me
I'll be hunting something, he'll be hunting me
Run in circles regardless
Thursday in a blanket, watching reruns
Softball Sunday, hot dog no bun
(Hot dog no bun)
It just gets so sad on Monday afternoons with the runs
Starin' out at the sun
Thoughts you gotta sponge
(Shut the fuck up bro you're lying to these people)
Didn't really have a better reason
(One more cookie full of necessary evil)
But lately I've been questioning my thinking
Like did we even know where we were bringing you
I don't know, I don't know
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Don't it all look the same
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
And who else have I got to blame
And who else have I got
And who else have I got
And who else have I got to blame
Now it's only seven on the page
For this Rubik's Cube apartment
And I was so excited when you came
Checked the time and looked into my face
Put my hands below my armpits
Your mom and I loved this place before the facelift
Back then it could sleep
Now we just keep all those moments in the basement
And we're painting your bedroom avocado green
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Don't it all look the same
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Baby gets to grow up in a video game
Didn't really have a better reason
Figured you would color in the feeling
Now my finger's pointing at the ceiling
You did and you did and you
Didn't really have a better reason
Figured you would color in the feeling
Now my finger's pointing at the ceiling
You did and you did and you
Don't everything look the same
(Wait run that back)
We run in circles every day
Chasing off feelings the sky looking gray
Baby said, Why are you here
We feel no excitement this shit isn't fair
And I'm 'posed to care for you?
I shoulda been careful I brought you to hell
Lotta shit that I don't need in the mail
The buildings block the view, it's time to get out of the city
You can let the boy off at the firehouse
If you don't I don't care you can fly him out
Yeah baby he gone
Tell that nigga come find me
I'll be hunting something, he'll be hunting me
Run in circles regardless
Thursday in a blanket, watching reruns
Softball Sunday, hot dog no bun
(Hot dog no bun)
It just gets so sad on Monday afternoons with the runs
Starin' out at the sun
Thoughts you gotta sponge
(Shut the fuck up bro you're lying to these people)
Didn't really have a better reason
(One more cookie full of necessary evil)
But lately I've been questioning my thinking
Like did we even know where we were bringing you
I don't know, I don't know
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
Don't it all look the same
Copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, copy
And who else have I got to blame
And who else have I got
And who else have I got
And who else have I got to blame
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Writer(s): Andrew Jennings
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