Hunched over a microphone
You’re whispering and I moan
Hardly movingone toe tapping.

In a hushed tone and eyes turned low
While the space you take up grows
I grow weak and my heart’s collapsing.

Yeah I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.
I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.

It’s two forty-five in the morning
Being lonely just gets boring
It’s too late now to get wasted.
Yeah it’s two forty-five in the morning
Being lonely just gets boring
It’s too late now to get wasted.
I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.
I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.
I’m in my room and all alone
You’re turned up loud there’s no-one home
You’re faceless and my eyes are closed.
I’m in my room and all alone
You’re turned up loud there’s no-one home
You’re faceless and my eyes are closed.
I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.
Yeah I look at youyou look like shit
But that’s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a God comes out.


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