Not Your Man
I'm sorry if I talk about
The same shitty things all the time
In my songs, it is not my fault
My brain is flooded with fantasies
And dreams destined to die
Before I've even seen the light
I have to stop and open my heart in a different way
But every time I want to tell you
What my tears are made of
I have to stop and open my eyes on a different day
But every time I want to tell you
What my doubts are made of
You know I said
We don't need to be someone else
I was lying
You'll be enough for someone else
I can't see myself, and I'm not your man
I guess it won't help me, but that's okay
I'm sorry but that's life, fuck you, baby
I know it sounds brutal
And you think I'm an asshole
But deep down inside
You already know that I'm right
So we'll never love each other again
I'm talking about true love, alright
I have to stop and open my heart in a different way
But every time I want to tell you
What my tears are made of
I have to stop and open my eyes on a different day
But every time I want to tell you
What my doubts are made of
Alone
Check my phone
At my home
I'm so stoned
I'll always be alone
Believe me, check my phone
No lover at my home
At my home, at my home
I'll always be alone
Believe me, check my phone
No lover at my home
At my home, at my home
You know I said
We don't need to be someone else
I was lying
You'll be enough for someone else
I can't see myself, and I'm not your man
I guess it won't help me, but that's okay
I'm sorry, but that's life, fuck you, baby
The same shitty things all the time
In my songs, it is not my fault
My brain is flooded with fantasies
And dreams destined to die
Before I've even seen the light
I have to stop and open my heart in a different way
But every time I want to tell you
What my tears are made of
I have to stop and open my eyes on a different day
But every time I want to tell you
What my doubts are made of
You know I said
We don't need to be someone else
I was lying
You'll be enough for someone else
I can't see myself, and I'm not your man
I guess it won't help me, but that's okay
I'm sorry but that's life, fuck you, baby
I know it sounds brutal
And you think I'm an asshole
But deep down inside
You already know that I'm right
So we'll never love each other again
I'm talking about true love, alright
I have to stop and open my heart in a different way
But every time I want to tell you
What my tears are made of
I have to stop and open my eyes on a different day
But every time I want to tell you
What my doubts are made of
Alone
Check my phone
At my home
I'm so stoned
I'll always be alone
Believe me, check my phone
No lover at my home
At my home, at my home
I'll always be alone
Believe me, check my phone
No lover at my home
At my home, at my home
You know I said
We don't need to be someone else
I was lying
You'll be enough for someone else
I can't see myself, and I'm not your man
I guess it won't help me, but that's okay
I'm sorry, but that's life, fuck you, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Axel Gregorcik, Eliot Gregorcik
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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