Nothing (To You)

I'd like to be bits in your teeth
A stain on your shirt
I'd be the blood on your sleeve, so happily
Keep me in a box – I don't care if it's locked
You know I won't make a peep, boy

All I do: I sit and think I mean nothing to you
And I could improve (yeah)
I'm just scared I mean nothing
Scared I mean nothing to you

I'm in your garden, six feet underground
And I feel like a kid again when I don't make a
I don't make a sound
(Nick, I think you're missing the point)

All I do: I sit and think I mean nothing to you
And I could improve, but
I'm just scared I mean nothing
Scared I mean nothing to you (oh you, oh you, you)
Scared I mean nothing to you (oh you)
Scared I mean nothing, scared I mean nothing to you
Scared I mean nothing to you
Scared I mean nothing, scared I mean nothing to you



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Lam, Nicholas Ward, Lucian Rice
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