Bad Taste

Another night out, again I won't talk
You're louder than me, cutting me short
Points in my face, he points all the time
He don't have a point, won't listen to mine

Speaking for me, who this guy
I wish I weren't so awkward and shy

You just can't see me
I'm a flower on your wall space
You just don't hear me
All my words are said in bad taste.

Who is this guy, whom I gave my hand
I no longer love, can no longer stand

You just can't see me
I'm a flower on your wall space
You just don't hear me
All my words are said in bad taste.

You just can't see me
I'm a flower on your wall space
You just don't hear me
All my words are said in bad taste.



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Robson
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