out of place
I don't know why I stand right in the way
I don't know why you seem out of place
I don't know why I stand rotting away
I don't know why you seem out of place
if you can't have it all then
would you lie in the dark all alone
how do you know when my white lies spend the night
and all of the things, the things that really pull you right
see you, see you dousing
with your feet off the ground
if you had instructions
would you still rack your brain
who knows how long it's gonna take
do me a solid, stay out the way
you never run out, out of things to say
do you get tired from
wired from, higher from
guarding the way, do you?
I don't know why I stand right in the way
I don't know why you seem out of place
I don't know why I stand rotting away
I don't know why you seem out of place
if you can't have it all then
would you lie in the dark all alone
how do you know when my white lies spend the night
and all of the things, the things that really pull you right
barely a finger left to hold onto a thread
then you knocked the helmet off my head
skating circles, seeing purple and then red
what if it just made some sense?
I don't know why you seem out of place
I don't know why I stand rotting away
I don't know why you seem out of place
if you can't have it all then
would you lie in the dark all alone
how do you know when my white lies spend the night
and all of the things, the things that really pull you right
see you, see you dousing
with your feet off the ground
if you had instructions
would you still rack your brain
who knows how long it's gonna take
do me a solid, stay out the way
you never run out, out of things to say
do you get tired from
wired from, higher from
guarding the way, do you?
I don't know why I stand right in the way
I don't know why you seem out of place
I don't know why I stand rotting away
I don't know why you seem out of place
if you can't have it all then
would you lie in the dark all alone
how do you know when my white lies spend the night
and all of the things, the things that really pull you right
barely a finger left to hold onto a thread
then you knocked the helmet off my head
skating circles, seeing purple and then red
what if it just made some sense?
Credits
Writer(s): Harper George Gordon, Jordan Kelman
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