I Was There
Is it any wonder
That we're tired all the time
Feeding a monster with a huge appetite?
What will it look like, when robots make robots?
It's not artificial, I'm authentically over this
What does it look like
On this earth's four corners
From the perspective
Of a flat-earther?
I'm tender and buttons
And cursed with nostalgia
I read a book once that said it's a disorder
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I've killed the conversation
So it's time to go
Never learned my lesson
I'm a sensitive soul
No one wants to talk about the downturn
Or the slow decaying nature of everything we know
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Is it any wonder
That I'm bored all the time?
St Paul's Cathedral didn't blow my mind
And is it any wonder that I can't scratch that itch?
Opening the fridge door but getting nothing out of it
What does it look like
On this earth's four corners
From the perspective
Of a flat-earther?
I'm tender and buttons
And cursed with nostalgia
I read a book once that said it's a disorder
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
That we're tired all the time
Feeding a monster with a huge appetite?
What will it look like, when robots make robots?
It's not artificial, I'm authentically over this
What does it look like
On this earth's four corners
From the perspective
Of a flat-earther?
I'm tender and buttons
And cursed with nostalgia
I read a book once that said it's a disorder
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I've killed the conversation
So it's time to go
Never learned my lesson
I'm a sensitive soul
No one wants to talk about the downturn
Or the slow decaying nature of everything we know
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Is it any wonder
That I'm bored all the time?
St Paul's Cathedral didn't blow my mind
And is it any wonder that I can't scratch that itch?
Opening the fridge door but getting nothing out of it
What does it look like
On this earth's four corners
From the perspective
Of a flat-earther?
I'm tender and buttons
And cursed with nostalgia
I read a book once that said it's a disorder
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
And I wish I was there
I wish I was there
I wish I was there
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Lawrence
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