Sour
You don't care
It's like you never did
I muttered a word
I muttered a word and now you're turning sour
You think that the biggest ending of all of this is
How your kitchen's infested with cowards
I'm turning sour, I'm losing it by the hour
"I know that you know better
Why don't you do better?
You know better"
I'm turning sour
In a room of high temperature
I'm turning sour
As I melt right into my furniture
Turning sour
"I could be prouder
I could help you with your pain"
My pity's deflowered
As you stand and cower over me with a face of
Shame
You don't confine me and I don't need sympathy
You say things of the past
It's all in good effort to make me feel
Bad
Oh God I'm turning out to feel so
Sad ahahaha
I'm turning sour by the hour
It's like I'm on fire
Burning through the outer layer
"I caught a glimpse and it could be with her"
But you know better
I'm turning sour
As I move on to something better
The twinning hours
Guess my help and assistance has expired
Turning sour
I'm made of flour
I could melt out in this rain
It's a pity you frown her
When they said "manage her"
They didn't mean to act this rich
Turning sour
In a mood of my literature
You're learning now to mind yourself
Not manoeuvre a game of karma
You're burning bitter
'Cause I'm not a quitter
Throw me out the front door, I'll crawl right in
Those windows are plastered
With memories in fashion of how our vintage days are
Dead
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour
It's like you never did
I muttered a word
I muttered a word and now you're turning sour
You think that the biggest ending of all of this is
How your kitchen's infested with cowards
I'm turning sour, I'm losing it by the hour
"I know that you know better
Why don't you do better?
You know better"
I'm turning sour
In a room of high temperature
I'm turning sour
As I melt right into my furniture
Turning sour
"I could be prouder
I could help you with your pain"
My pity's deflowered
As you stand and cower over me with a face of
Shame
You don't confine me and I don't need sympathy
You say things of the past
It's all in good effort to make me feel
Bad
Oh God I'm turning out to feel so
Sad ahahaha
I'm turning sour by the hour
It's like I'm on fire
Burning through the outer layer
"I caught a glimpse and it could be with her"
But you know better
I'm turning sour
As I move on to something better
The twinning hours
Guess my help and assistance has expired
Turning sour
I'm made of flour
I could melt out in this rain
It's a pity you frown her
When they said "manage her"
They didn't mean to act this rich
Turning sour
In a mood of my literature
You're learning now to mind yourself
Not manoeuvre a game of karma
You're burning bitter
'Cause I'm not a quitter
Throw me out the front door, I'll crawl right in
Those windows are plastered
With memories in fashion of how our vintage days are
Dead
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour by the hour
I'm turning sour
Credits
Writer(s): Eszter Vida
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