DIØNNE - Lukewarm Prosecco

Can't stand yourself
Always thinking about
Their faces
I know you are afraid
Afraid
So make them pay

All day Excel
Made you angry now
You'll show them
You're gonna make them pay
Make them pay

Nothing feels more lame
Your videos cause shame
You're better at this game

Believe your own hype
You are your kryptonite
Always trying to fight
But your points are so trite

Oh
Don't you know
Nobody likes
Lukewarm Prosecco

Pain's got the reigns
It perpetuates
It stains
So you throw your own parade
Of hate
Don't let it fade

You've got your brand
Calculated
Always planned
But who will be your fan
Or friend
When you only pretend

Your photos look the same
Fake gold to proclaim
I'm better at this game

Believe your own hype
We know your kryptonite
Lonely out of sight
Constant living in fight or flight

Oh
Don't you know
Nobody likes
Lukewarm Prosecco

If only you took one look inside
And freed your mind
Stop the teething grind

Maybe you'd find the reason why
You're so unkind
Face the fears that make you
Feel behind

I'm sure that your words rather deny
My relief is so strong
Your hold on me is gone
Manipulation done

Oh
Don't you know
Nobody likes
Lukewarm Prosecco

Written by:
Dionne van den Berg

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