Amateur

You made me feel like I'm ok, I could be happy
Now I can sit, not run away stupidly laughing
Wipe out all self-pity, it's slowing me down.
Turn off feeling pretty, dressing up dressing down.

I walk around the city out of my way, looking for something
I've got all that I need to save my day, so why'm I running?
You said I should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know I'm just an amateur, but I've gotta try.

I had a birthday party and it was packed, got friends who love me
We hung a disco ball up and watched the lights, they were so lovely

You said I should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know I'm just an amateur, but I've gotta try. I've gotta try.

When exactly are we? I get the decades mixed up.
I like the streets when they're empty, I can make the rest up.
I can make the rest up,
I can make the rest up.

I walk around the city out of my way, looking for something
I've got all that I need to save my day, so why'm I running?
You said I should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know I'm just an amateur, but I've gotta try.

Every day is New Year's Eve,
Every night is the last night.
Every day is New Year's Eve,
Every time is the last time.
You said I should get professional help, It always makes me cry
I know I'm just an amateur, but I've gotta try,
I've gotta try.



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Rorison Caws, Daniel Prieto Castro Lorca, Ira Elliot
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