Stir Around

You can try to talk, talk, talk, me down
But I'm the one who likes to stir around
You don't know what to say, say, say
It doesn't matter either way

You might find you don't wanna be that kind
You might find
You might find you don't wanna be that kind
You might find

Give it up
All your friends they just want a cut
Keep your hands to yourself
Said the one with charges on the shelf

You might find you don't wanna be that kind
You might find
You might find you don't wanna be that kind
You might find

There's nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say



Credits
Writer(s): Brennan Fussman
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