Chell and the Vetos - Burbank

Rearrange my profile
I'll rearrange my guts
I don't understand how this stuff works
And it's driving me nuts
I don't think I can trust you
You don't have any proof
That when I get a house with a pretty view
I won't test it's real by jumping from the roof
Don't wanna break the ceiling
Of a sky that isn't real
If what i'm dying for is a lie
Then tell me how to feel
Something ain't right
No I don't believe you
I don't deserve this
And I don't need you
Good morning,
And in case I don't see you,
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
The painted clouds frustrate me
Cause I thought that I was moving with that sky
Its hard to say I'm doing fine
When I don't know what i feel and i don't know why
It's all fools gold, times frozen cold
But not like Neverland
Cause I'm growing old
And I'm the one who lost a hand.
Don't think I'll reach the sky
Of a world that isn't real
And the more people who sing along
The more oxygen I'll steal
Something ain't right
No I don't believe you
I don't deserve this
And I don't need you
Good morning,
And in case I don't see you,
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Yeah.
Fill my lungs with cynicism
Replace the air i breathe
And asphyxiation haunts me
So i'll wear my lungs upon my sleeve
Take my air
I don't care
These reasons why I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta... gotta... leave.

Written by:
Mitchell Logan

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