B SIDES

B SIDES
Bad side

You think you're hot shit?
Think you're so smart right?
Gonna make a living of your art right?
Thats nice
You just got dead lines
You dont write
Thats that shit i dont like (don't like)
Your writings uptight
You don't show your bad sides
Don't groove they don't fit right?
Must've hung my mirror on a bad side
I still got you
You

(is my is my)
Is my body in this?
While my head goes?
There's no leisure, I wake up in my work clothes
It's all ME ME ME ME
While i'm striking a bad pose
Hot like a burnt toast
Nothing changes in new clothes
I still lean on all my friends untill they leave
Use all my shitty songs to tell them how i feel
Yea i still got you

What's the cost of loving me?
Care for me
You could care for me
You could care for me
I dont care for me no more

Still
I still scratch untill i bleed
Just hold me close
Something knocking on my skin
Trying to let out all my ghosts
And contentment must be Waldo
Something i never find
And i thought the searching in itself
Should keep me satisfied
I don't know

Somebody's gotta know
Tell em to call me though
Take up too much space in your own head
And somethings gotta go
My parents
And my sisters
And my friends
Don't even call no more
And all i got to show is
Shitty songs that i don't like no more

What's the cost of loving me?
(this is a world premiere)
(straight from the saddest studio in the world)
I can't care for me
Careful
(It's just sad as fuck)
Then straight to the outtro

...the cost of loving me?
You could care for me
You could care for me
I don't care for me no more



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Miguel Almagro Tonne, Tobias Wam Gronborg, Markus Eide Anskau
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