I've got a sudden itch
They're gonna raise my rent
I'm gonna run around, let people know I don't need this
I want to, I like to, I'm gonna file yeah
March around, through the town, It's all goin' down wow
[Chorus: Tilian]
Stay, wait
Doesn't matter what they say, fake
Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix
We can taste what it's like to love
[Verse: Tilian and Jon Mess]
I don't know you very well
But they don't have to know that
We don't have to show that
Been a little while since we played as kids
I found it impressive the way you worked those wooden limbs
But she's amazing for every occasion
I want a lot more of your mom around
I'm sad she's gone and couldn't have more time
To notice all the ways her bright ass shines
But he's impatient. Creeps on Brayden
No one really likes your dad around
[Chorus: Tilian]
Stay, wait
Doesn't matter what they say, fake
Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix
We can taste what it's like to love
[Bridge: Tilian]
I'm at the top of my little world
But I never felt so alone
The more it seems like I've grown up the more
I've been shrinking in
I drown myself in material
Waiting for some kind of punishment
But consequence don't make no sense
When there's nobody there who gives a damn
[Verse: Tilian and Jon Mess]
I don't know you very well
But they don't have to know that
We don't have to show that
Now that's winter's over and you got an apartment
I think about the times when we shaved our armpits
And she was gracious
Knew we were wasted
I wish we had more of your mom around
The big city life is getting busy and hectic
We should reconnect and have sex in my Lexus [?]
And he was racist
Except for asians
And no one really likes your dad around
[Chorus: Tilian]
Stay, wait
Doesn't matter what they say, fake
Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix
We can taste what it's like to love
Stay, wait
Does it matter if I pay? Fake
Doesn't matter if you make me believe you can feel anything
I can vaguely relate to love
[Intro: Jon Mess] I've got a sudden itch They're gonna raise my rent I'm gonna run around, let people know I don't need this I want to, I like to, I'm gonna file yeah March around, through the town, It's all goin' down wow [Chorus: Tilian] Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love [Verse: Tilian and Jon Mess] I don't know you very well But they don't have to know that We don't have to show that Been a little while since we played as kids I found it impressive the way you worked those wooden limbs But she's amazing for every occasion I want a lot more of your mom around I'm sad she's gone and couldn't have more time To notice all the ways her bright ass shines But he's impatient. Creeps on Brayden No one really likes your dad around [Chorus: Tilian] Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love [Bridge: Tilian] I'm at the top of my little world But I never felt so alone The more it seems like I've grown up the more I've been shrinking in I drown myself in material Waiting for some kind of punishment But consequence don't make no sense When there's nobody there who gives a damn [Verse: Tilian and Jon Mess] I don't know you very well But they don't have to know that We don't have to show that Now that's winter's over and you got an apartment I think about the times when we shaved our armpits And she was gracious Knew we were wasted I wish we had more of your mom around The big city life is getting busy and hectic We should reconnect and have sex in my Lexus [?] And he was racist Except for asians And no one really likes your dad around [Chorus: Tilian] Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love Stay, wait Does it matter if I pay? Fake Doesn't matter if you make me believe you can feel anything I can vaguely relate to love Explain Request ×
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