the big comfy couch

Jomie

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    There must be phate

    Crash and burn
    So you don't have to
    Why so serious?
    Why the long face?
    Why are you overwhelmed?
    Is it because I'm asking way too many questions? (Questions)
    Could you imagine what's going on my head?
    Too many thoughts that I wish I never said (oh-oh, oh-oh)

    I can't wait to make a mess but hate to pick it up
    You're the last thing in the world I'd get rid of
    When the baggage gettin' heavier and nothing seems to work out
    Could always crash on my couch
    Relying on someone who's living miles away
    But really, we stay in the same house, how 'bout that?

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    Standing next to you, girl, I feel like a lab rat
    I only got money in this bag, where the cat at?
    It's only 'bout time, I'll be out of this maze
    I don't need no protection 'cause nobody's safe
    She asked me if I hear myself 'cause I hate the feedback
    I told her I'll be quick: She said: You don't get your seat back
    It's all good, manifest my dreams in the mean time
    They turn mush, talk it out, recite your problems
    They make 'em bigger than they ever could
    I'm in Hollywood, it sucks everybody into acting
    Insecurities hidden in latest fabric
    I've been struggling through every interaction (oh-oh)
    It's like mockingbirds, got no one to mimic so they copy each other
    Where do I go when no one's there for me?
    I roll another
    And another
    Like things aren't all so bad
    He was kinda dope
    I'm kinda losing passion in it all
    If nobody hear me out, why do this anymore?

    Crash and burn (and burn)
    So you don't have to (don't have to)
    Why so serious?
    Why the long face?
    Smile is upside down
    Girl, I'm sorry if I asked too many questions
    There's a villain and a hero in my head
    Won't save the city but they burned down the rest (oh-oh, oh-oh)

    Yeah, I love making a mess but hate to pick it up
    You're the last thing in the world I'd get rid of (oh-oh, oh-oh)
    When the baggage gettin' heavier and nothing seems to work out
    I go sleep on the couch
    Relying on someone who's living miles away
    But really we stay in the same house, how 'bout that?

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