Internet Friends. - SMILEYS

What if I told you my secrets
Would you tell me I’m unreal?
Well, I could easily leave it
Behind this steering wheel
Can’t you see these openly weeps?
It don’t even make me that mad
‘Cause lately
I’ve been really trying
Waking up and not being dead
So I’m on smileys today
No worries tomorrow
Gonna get paid
Still feeling sorrow
Smileys today
No worries tomorrow
I’m out the dark
What's up with that bottle?
What if you started to call me?
To tell me about your fears
Saying “what’s the point of singing songs, then?”
“If no one ever hears”
Can’t you make ‘em see these gay hairs?
Please don’t get me started, man
‘Cause lately I’ve been really trying
Not to fall back again (‘Cause I’ve been cleaning out these ghosts from my bed)
So I’m on smileys today
No worries tomorrow
Gonna get paid
Still feeling sorrow
Smileys today
No worries tomorrow
I’m out the dark
What's up with that bottle?
I guess I went there to be wholesome, myself (But It’s a hole)
‘Cause I’ve been cleaning out my soul from my head
I guess I went there just to go back again (Yeah, It’s a hole)
‘Cause I’ve been cleaning out these ghosts from my bed
//Hook//
So I’m on smileys today
No worries tomorrow
Gonna get paid
Still feeling sorrow
Smileys today
No worries tomorrow I’m out the dark
What's up with that bottle?

Written by:
ALBERT FREDRIK NILSSON, CARL JOHAN JAKOB FALKENDAL, CARL NOEL HASSLING OFFRELL

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Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.

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