Front Row Seats to the End of the World (Live at Xfm)
You never feed me, until it's too late
You never see me coming
It hurts my head when you tell me
Everything is alright
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
Stop f- interrogation, scream my own behind
Open your eyes and look outside
It's gonna f- you up and leave without the shell
This is bettering, I'll bring you down
Your best lost it for annihilation
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop f- interrogation, just lead when I'm behind
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop f- interrogation, just lead when I'm behind
Write your words on a scrap of paper
Tiny time you on my little finger
Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight
For this only with the little numbers
Every time I feel like hating summer
Can't think of anyone can make it worth the fight
You never see me coming
It hurts my head when you tell me
Everything is alright
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
Stop f- interrogation, scream my own behind
Open your eyes and look outside
It's gonna f- you up and leave without the shell
This is bettering, I'll bring you down
Your best lost it for annihilation
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop f- interrogation, just lead when I'm behind
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop f- interrogation, just lead when I'm behind
Write your words on a scrap of paper
Tiny time you on my little finger
Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight
For this only with the little numbers
Every time I feel like hating summer
Can't think of anyone can make it worth the fight
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Boucher, Gavin Burrough, Kris Coombs-roberts, Matthew Davies-kreye, Ryan Richards
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