[00:00.000] 作曲 : wishlane
[00:51.887]Bend my arm as far as it goes
[01:02.891]And don't let me settle down, I'll be all yours when I get home
[01:11.702](But I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear)
[01:17.794]And send my love overboard
[01:29.037]I don't want to hear it now, know I lost somehow but I'm still sore
[01:37.779](But I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear)
[01:41.440]
[01:41.444]I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say
[01:54.162]How does it never get old
[02:00.776]How does it never get old
[02:07.554]I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase
[02:20.475]How does it never get old
[02:27.022]How does it never get old
[02:35.533]
[02:35.534]So I'll ruin my life for a little sеrotonin
[02:42.134]Splitting body from mind just to get myself alone
[02:48.554]And I'll stop feeling by fivе and repeat it in the morning, I guess
[02:57.952]Just say less
[03:01.687]I hallucinate time, get worked up and lose the motive
[03:08.282]So I'll go for a ride off the back of someone's motorcycle
[03:15.782]Loosen the tie and let go just for a moment instead
[03:28.751]
[03:32.527]And I could probably stare at the sun 'til my eyes burned out if I wanted to
[03:45.323]And I could probably wear this to dust if I tried hard enough for a month or two
[03:58.545]I don't know how to talk if it's not to a wall, but I'll try if it's up to me instead of you
[04:16.546]But, oh, what else can I do
[04:29.031]
[04:31.342]I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say
[04:42.653](Don't ask too much about me, I'm not that interesting)
[04:44.048]How does it never get old
[04:48.005](You'd probably be alright without me)
[04:50.796]How does it never get old
[04:55.311](Wasting time on the things I see)
[04:57.450]I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase
[05:01.148](I'm just another maniacal tour guide for the places I can't reach)
[05:10.335]How does it never get old
[05:14.003](And I just wish I had the foresight)
[05:16.963]How does it never get old
[05:21.837](To get why nobody's listening)
[05:33.331]
[05:33.617]Barely breathing
[05:36.842]Going over and out
[05:39.834]I'm still here bleeding
[05:43.012]And sinking into the couch
[05:46.362]You know why I'm here
[05:49.678]But I can't wait to get out
[05:53.054]I know why you're here
[05:56.212]We just keep running our mouths
[05:58.400]
[05:58.401]I get so caught up (caught up) in everything that we're doing
[06:06.091]It's all luck (it's all luck), commodify all my movements
[06:12.494]Replace us (replace us), and now everyone's leaving
[06:19.050]But wait, stop
[06:22.828]
[06:23.640]I can't Imagine I'd push it this hard if I wasn't at least just a little bit justified in it by now
[06:43.827]'Cause I'd probably just look at myself for a while then replace the image or bury my head in the ground
[06:56.538]
[07:01.250]And I know it can't always be up to me
[07:07.586]But God, could you let me be
[07:12.520]I'll go it alone, I'll go it alone
[07:22.226]And I'll start to count to three
[07:27.275]I'll let it wash over me and sink to my core
[07:37.122]
[07:42.251]Because you never had to make this mess again
[07:49.161]It's just a way for you to say that nothing matters in your head
[08:02.330]And you never had to draw the line this time
[08:08.624]So hard for you to find your grip when just your teeth hold back my lies
[08:32.605]
[09:10.854]Just a second more
[09:13.279]I don't want to know
[09:15.685]How to let it go
[09:18.335]I can let it blow over myself
[09:22.146](I know exactly who you are)
[09:30.364]Cut the sycamore
[09:32.806]Keep me on the floor
[09:35.310]Now my body's sore
[09:37.703]Tape it to the door to your hell
[09:41.783](I know exactly who you are)

作曲 : wishlane
Bend my arm as far as it goes
And don't let me settle down, I'll be all yours when I get home
(But I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear)
And send my love overboard
I don't want to hear it now, know I lost somehow but I'm still sore
(But I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear)
I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say
How does it never get old
How does it never get old
I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase
How does it never get old
How does it never get old
So I'll ruin my life for a little sеrotonin
Splitting body from mind just to get myself alone
And I'll stop feeling by fivе and repeat it in the morning, I guess
Just say less
I hallucinate time, get worked up and lose the motive
So I'll go for a ride off the back of someone's motorcycle
Loosen the tie and let go just for a moment instead
And I could probably stare at the sun 'til my eyes burned out if I wanted to
And I could probably wear this to dust if I tried hard enough for a month or two
I don't know how to talk if it's not to a wall, but I'll try if it's up to me instead of you
But, oh, what else can I do
I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say
(Don't ask too much about me, I'm not that interesting)
How does it never get old
(You'd probably be alright without me)
How does it never get old
(Wasting time on the things I see)
I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase
(I'm just another maniacal tour guide for the places I can't reach)
How does it never get old
(And I just wish I had the foresight)
How does it never get old
(To get why nobody's listening)
Barely breathing
Going over and out
I'm still here bleeding
And sinking into the couch
You know why I'm here
But I can't wait to get out
I know why you're here
We just keep running our mouths
I get so caught up (caught up) in everything that we're doing
It's all luck (it's all luck), commodify all my movements
Replace us (replace us), and now everyone's leaving
But wait, stop
I can't Imagine I'd push it this hard if I wasn't at least just a little bit justified in it by now
'Cause I'd probably just look at myself for a while then replace the image or bury my head in the ground
And I know it can't always be up to me
But God, could you let me be
I'll go it alone, I'll go it alone
And I'll start to count to three
I'll let it wash over me and sink to my core
Because you never had to make this mess again
It's just a way for you to say that nothing matters in your head
And you never had to draw the line this time
So hard for you to find your grip when just your teeth hold back my lies
Just a second more
I don't want to know
How to let it go
I can let it blow over myself
(I know exactly who you are)
Cut the sycamore
Keep me on the floor
Now my body's sore
Tape it to the door to your hell
(I know exactly who you are)