[Verse 1]
Would it be worth it to write songs
About everything I’m not?
I could invent a thousand problems
And tangle myself up in the knots
Because people only like the boys in bands
Who are plagued with troubled thoughts
So give me, give me problems
Cut me out for this job
[Chorus]
Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe
That they’re all wrong about me
Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe
That they’re all wrong about me
[Verse 2]
My band and I could play along
Forging anxious three minute long
Laundry lists of problems
But for some reason that feels wrong
To act unstable
To turn the tables
On myself and everyone
Myself and
Would it be worth it to write songs
About everything I’m not?
I could invent a thousand problems
And tangle myself up in the knots
Because people only like the boys in bands
Who are plagued with troubled thoughts
So give me, give me problems
Cut me out for this job
[Chorus]
Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe
That they’re all wrong about me
Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe
That they’re all wrong about me
[Verse 2]
My band and I could play along
Forging anxious three minute long
Laundry lists of problems
But for some reason that feels wrong
To act unstable
To turn the tables
On myself and everyone
Myself and
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