F**k Up Person
You're a fuck-up person
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Miss it when we were like Velcro
Bumper sticker the way we spoke
Suspicion went on for many years
You're sorry to spring it on me like this
I couldn't believe it, right there in front of me
Fuck, I introduced you, where is my finder's fee?
You're a fuck-up person
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
You're a fuck-up person
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
(When there is less of you)
Rumours are true, you're seeing so and so
Just a friend, last we spoke
Tension thick and air lovesick
You're so sorry to spring it on me like this
(I introduced you, where is my finders fee?)
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Miss it when we were like Velcro
Bumper sticker the way we spoke
Suspicion went on for many years
You're sorry to spring it on me like this
I couldn't believe it, right there in front of me
Fuck, I introduced you, where is my finder's fee?
You're a fuck-up person
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
You're a fuck-up person
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
(When there is less of you)
Rumours are true, you're seeing so and so
Just a friend, last we spoke
Tension thick and air lovesick
You're so sorry to spring it on me like this
(I introduced you, where is my finders fee?)
You just fuck everything up
Words can't describe it
It's poetry in motion
Blasting furnace, you insist on putting me through
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Maybe there's more to less
When there is less of you
Credits
Writer(s): Adriana Caldas De Barros
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