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von Friday Pilots Club

I got a problem
My name′s been goin' around
′Cause people wanna run their mouths, yeah, yeah
But I can't stop them
'Cause I can′t stop myself
From giving them these stories to tell
I can′t stand to be alone
Caught up on my phone
Just some boy that they would never really talk to
I just need another soul
Not someone to control
Just someone that I can give a mind to
But is it better?
Living in the weather of the young
(Of the young)
Oh, Is it cooler?
Short-lived but it's warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?
While you were talking
They just get me tired


So I cut the slack, while you′re throwin' it back
Never askin′
"Are you mine?"
You know I'm never home
But the more she knows, the more I show
Of my head, my heart, these bleeding cards
All over the table
And I end up in this roll
I never told ′em what I'm told
Don't wanna be
Force-fed, sordid, oh
I don′t wanna be stable
If it′s better
Living in the weather of the young
(Of the young)
Oh, is it cooler?
Short lived but it's warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?
Didn′t really think that it would work this way
Guess I just, I woke up (Oh)
Gettin' comfy in these games we play
Oh I used to give so much
I′ma spend it all on a perfect picture
Of imperfect woes
If you wanna meet me in the bathroom
You say, "that's gross"
Okay, let′s go
To your place
A weary pace
With those sexy, sad eyes
The taxi shadow
Oh lord, I know
Okay, let's go
Where it's better
Living in the weather of the young
(Of the young)
Oh, is it cooler?
Short-lived but it′s warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?
(Hey, so uh, it′s me, again)
Oh lord, I know, it's more than enough
(I, uh, I′m sorry about earlier, I just, I dunno)
(It was one of those weird times)
(And y'know, we′re both there at the bar)
(Yeah I'm sorry, I′m really fucking sorry)
(Just call me)
Is it ever, ever enough?