Satisfaction
Tell me all the things you think I want to hear
And I'll materialize when it's my time to appear
But can you open your eyes and see what's happening here
I only want what can't be mine
So don't put up a vacancy sign
What a fucking waste of time
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
It's a sour sort of satisfaction
Waiting on a favorable reaction
Hoping for a reasonable distraction
I only want what can't be mine
So don't put up a vacancy sign
What a fucking waste of time
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
Well I know my spot is a box that was set for me
Cuz we stay in the lines in our own category
That Madonna whore thing
Is getting kinda boring
And there's more to us than what you want us to be
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
And I'll materialize when it's my time to appear
But can you open your eyes and see what's happening here
I only want what can't be mine
So don't put up a vacancy sign
What a fucking waste of time
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
It's a sour sort of satisfaction
Waiting on a favorable reaction
Hoping for a reasonable distraction
I only want what can't be mine
So don't put up a vacancy sign
What a fucking waste of time
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
Well I know my spot is a box that was set for me
Cuz we stay in the lines in our own category
That Madonna whore thing
Is getting kinda boring
And there's more to us than what you want us to be
I can feel the cold
Sinking in my bones
I know I'll be alone
If I take you home
So go
Go get on the phone
Tell me what I know
So I can get on
I can get on
Getting on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Kaley Lynch
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