Some Buttons Can Only Be Pushed By Those Who Created Them
Walked up and tapped you on the shoulder
Asked if you'd be with me while I fell asleep
That annoyed look on your face told me everything
I'm an inconvenience and I always have been
Every evening's a reminder of your mistakes
Every evening you remind me, that I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
Tip-toed to the kitchen in my pajamas
Sifting through a graveyard of Budweiser cans
Sun rays, they break through a stagnant room
Cereal bowls with ashes from your cigarettes
Every morning's a reminder of your mistakes
Every morning you're reminded, you've run out of people to blame
You've run out of people to blame
You've run out of people to blame
Run out of people to blame
It's dark and sticky and I want to go home
It's past my bedtime, I can see the moon
Shadows in the room
Stomach full of doom
Overhearing what I shouldn't know
Blown out lights and stupid fights
Just one more drink, I have the keys
Can't you hear my frantic plea?
It's never about me
It's never about me
It's never about me
It's never about me
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Asked if you'd be with me while I fell asleep
That annoyed look on your face told me everything
I'm an inconvenience and I always have been
Every evening's a reminder of your mistakes
Every evening you remind me, that I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
Tip-toed to the kitchen in my pajamas
Sifting through a graveyard of Budweiser cans
Sun rays, they break through a stagnant room
Cereal bowls with ashes from your cigarettes
Every morning's a reminder of your mistakes
Every morning you're reminded, you've run out of people to blame
You've run out of people to blame
You've run out of people to blame
Run out of people to blame
It's dark and sticky and I want to go home
It's past my bedtime, I can see the moon
Shadows in the room
Stomach full of doom
Overhearing what I shouldn't know
Blown out lights and stupid fights
Just one more drink, I have the keys
Can't you hear my frantic plea?
It's never about me
It's never about me
It's never about me
It's never about me
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
If this is bliss, then I don't want it
Up to my wits, I'll never fix this
Fuck your story, write me out
Wash all of the words that scream self-doubt
Stumble your way, out of my way
I like my days better when you have nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Herrera, Brittany Leaning
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