1: you think I'm stupid?Do you think I'm

you told me all? I've got things to sayHey, I'm

as you blame yourselfYou can't be blamed for the way

1: shout it out, but I can't hear a

am done, smoking gunWe've lost it all, the love

being dragged down, down by the handThe hand of

reckon fear is like a, sort ofIf you, if you're

good on a Wednesday, uhThe image of me that you

girls don't get hurtCan't feel anything, when will I

Imagine this: you're lounging at home or taking a quick break,

1: tryna be indieNot tryna be coolJust tryna be

who will askTo look inside the secrets of my

you think I'm stupid?Do you think I'm bat shit crazy,

you think I'm stupid?Do you think I'm bat-shit crazy,

don't wanna dance with meBut, babe, that’s what I

love, let's loveLet's love, let's will never leave

now, oh, listen, dearCan you hear the Christmas bells?Listen

on lover, you don't wanna fight meI want another,

shout it out, but I can't hear a word

1: shout it out, but I can't hear a