To Do List
I left myself on the shelf
Next to the pink lenses
My favourite glasses
Today I don't wanna see
Today I'm blind and deaf
I can't do adultness
Queen of the castle
Of my youth's broken dreams
The course of true love never did run smooth
The hardest part for me was trying to shape myself on you
Twenty years trying to play the game with my own rules and now
I don't belong to any room
I've got muscles
But not enough to strength to move
I've got a heart
But not enough beats to choose
I've got a vision
But it's weaker than my gift
I've got reasons
But not enough to tick my to do list
Ohoh
Ohoh
Am I hard too hard on myself?
Am I just realistic, only thing I'm consistent with
Is fucking things up
Like when I'm sad 'cause my friends don't invite me to things
But every time they do invite me to things
I don't show up
Countless nights in the flat
I've got muscles
But not enough to strength to move
I've got a heart
But not enough beats to choose
I've got a vision
But it's weaker than my gift
I've got reasons
But not enough to tick my to do list
The course of true love never did run smooth
The hardest part for me was trying to shape myself on you
Twenty years trying to play the game with my own rules and now
I don't belong to any room
Next to the pink lenses
My favourite glasses
Today I don't wanna see
Today I'm blind and deaf
I can't do adultness
Queen of the castle
Of my youth's broken dreams
The course of true love never did run smooth
The hardest part for me was trying to shape myself on you
Twenty years trying to play the game with my own rules and now
I don't belong to any room
I've got muscles
But not enough to strength to move
I've got a heart
But not enough beats to choose
I've got a vision
But it's weaker than my gift
I've got reasons
But not enough to tick my to do list
Ohoh
Ohoh
Am I hard too hard on myself?
Am I just realistic, only thing I'm consistent with
Is fucking things up
Like when I'm sad 'cause my friends don't invite me to things
But every time they do invite me to things
I don't show up
Countless nights in the flat
I've got muscles
But not enough to strength to move
I've got a heart
But not enough beats to choose
I've got a vision
But it's weaker than my gift
I've got reasons
But not enough to tick my to do list
The course of true love never did run smooth
The hardest part for me was trying to shape myself on you
Twenty years trying to play the game with my own rules and now
I don't belong to any room
Credits
Writer(s): Francesca Di Biasi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.