Harmony
Lately I just feel like a loser
Lately I just can't catch a break
It's tough, to try but it's all a bluff
Never mind all the voices and the puff
Pastry that rises when you fall
That seems to be so tall
But aren't you like 5'9?
I'm dead, it seems that it has bled
It's way into my D.N.A
Creating a ricochet of insults
To try keep me on my toes
But dude, why do you even bother?
Try to hold on, I'm gonna turn
The car around and drive off the fucking cliff
I am just so tired of these intrusive thoughts
And I want them outta here
Get outta here you–
Sitting all day in your room, true eh?
Not doing your math homework since Tuesday
Although you already finished most of it
But you and everybody else happened to forget about it
How?
Singing 'bout the loves and losses
When you don't know what love is
'Cause you get no bitches
And you don't do kisses
And never mind going out and talking to people
Fuck that
Try to hold on I'm gonna turn
The car around and drive off the fucking cliff
I am just so tired of these intrusive thoughts
And I want them outta here
Get outta here you–
Doggy, little bitch don't bite me
I'll shout at you in snail-level speed
I give up with these intrusive thoughts
They just keep coming for me, I want them gone
Get outta here you–
I'm a loser
Can't catch a break
Loser (I'm a)
So fucking lanky
I'm a loser, don't got no harmony
Just the melody and none of it is fitting me
I guess it's fun, but it's sad to be like this
I'm mad at nobody and I got no harmony
Nobody's here to play me
Nobody's here to fit me
Lately I just can't catch a break
It's tough, to try but it's all a bluff
Never mind all the voices and the puff
Pastry that rises when you fall
That seems to be so tall
But aren't you like 5'9?
I'm dead, it seems that it has bled
It's way into my D.N.A
Creating a ricochet of insults
To try keep me on my toes
But dude, why do you even bother?
Try to hold on, I'm gonna turn
The car around and drive off the fucking cliff
I am just so tired of these intrusive thoughts
And I want them outta here
Get outta here you–
Sitting all day in your room, true eh?
Not doing your math homework since Tuesday
Although you already finished most of it
But you and everybody else happened to forget about it
How?
Singing 'bout the loves and losses
When you don't know what love is
'Cause you get no bitches
And you don't do kisses
And never mind going out and talking to people
Fuck that
Try to hold on I'm gonna turn
The car around and drive off the fucking cliff
I am just so tired of these intrusive thoughts
And I want them outta here
Get outta here you–
Doggy, little bitch don't bite me
I'll shout at you in snail-level speed
I give up with these intrusive thoughts
They just keep coming for me, I want them gone
Get outta here you–
I'm a loser
Can't catch a break
Loser (I'm a)
So fucking lanky
I'm a loser, don't got no harmony
Just the melody and none of it is fitting me
I guess it's fun, but it's sad to be like this
I'm mad at nobody and I got no harmony
Nobody's here to play me
Nobody's here to fit me
Credits
Writer(s): Celine Ozalvo
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