Sunburnt Shoulders

Bea and her Business

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    I'm terrified of romance
    My friends all fall in love so easily
    I'm terrified of no plans
    'Cause usually I'm kinda OCD
    I'm terrified of Jesus
    Always wondered if he's looking down on me
    I'm terrified of myself
    And the loser that I might turn out to be

    Party's over and everybody's leaving
    Backwash in the drinks I'm getting left behind
    Wearing dirty clothes and oversleeping
    When am I gonna do something with my life?
    Everyone's got a thing, oh God, where's mine?

    Take, take a little bit of weight from off my sunburn shoulders
    Mate, I'm not ready for the shit that comes with getting older
    There's no graduation, there's no fancy piece of paper
    To tell my mum and dad, I did it
    Hold the world back for a minute
    Another year, I'm sure I'll kill it
    Just give me time

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    I wanna be a drummer, but I don't want to carry 'round the kit
    I wanna be a mother, but what if I'm a real bad influence?
    I wanna be a good guy, but then I'd have to pack away the bitch
    I wanna be left field, but people only dance when you play the hits

    Party's over and everybody's leaving
    Backwash in the drinks I'm getting left behind
    Wearing dirty clothes and oversleeping
    When am I gonna do something with my life?
    Where's the guardian angel when I need them on my side?

    Take, take a little bit of weight from off my sunburn shoulders
    Mate, I'm not ready for the shit that comes with getting older
    There's no graduation, there's no fancy piece of paper
    To tell my mum and dad, I did it
    Hold the world back for a minute
    Another year, I'm sure I'll kill it
    Just give me time
    A little time
    Just give me time
    Give me one more year, I'm sure I'll kill it

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    Composition: Eg White, Jonny Lattimer, and Bea and Her Business

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