Idle Hands Tek lintowe

[Chorus]
Idle hands are the devil's play things
Live our own make pretend so we could do anything
I step out for a sec, I'm at the door let me in
Never been a hater ghost and I really hope you win

[Verse]
Harbor anything but hatred, sorry I'm disinterested
And I speak so directly someone called it journaling
Have no chill in my body, at least that's what I wanna think
And I'm restless and tired, tell me something that's never been
I see cracks in the floor and the light flickering
Are thеy laughing with me or are they just snickеring?
I can't make each decision eats away at my within
I feel fear in my bedroom, where do I even begin
And I go, I just can't stop and then I do it all again
I ran out of things to write so...
I'm still sitting on my phone, I put my face inside my hands
And aaaaoooooooohhhhhh

[Bridge]
Affected by a melody
I'm still sitting on my phone, I'm still serious baby
(I'm still serious baby)

[Refrain]
Cameras, cameras, cameras, cameras
Cameras, cameras, cameras, cameras
Cameras, cameras, cameras, cameras
Picture perfect, Kodak moment
Cameras, cameras, cameras, cameras
Cameras