Better On Mute

Sophie Powers

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    Half asleep, standing at my own wake
    Silly me, kicked the bucket but I feel great
    What a dream, smile while my soul breaks
    19, but I still miss the old days

    I'll be alright, just kidding
    Keep up, we're all indifferent and I'm no different
    Standing in sand, I'm sinking
    These intrusive thoughts keep winnin', they tell me

    You'll never be who you want
    I think that you should give up
    I rip myself down enough
    For the both of us

    You don't gotta tell me I'm trash
    Better on mute, fuck you, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help, I don't really need your help
    I'll do it myself

    You don't gotta tell me I'm cringe
    And an egocentric bitch, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help to put me through hell
    I'll do it myself

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    Phone screen so bright, I might go blind
    Stop me dead in my tracks, like a road sign
    Caught up in my head again, I'm dead again
    Take my revenge, all red again

    Princess vibes, but I gotta play the bad guy
    I could still stir the pot with my hands tied
    Listen, I built this prison I live in
    These intrusive thoughts keep winnin', they tell me

    You'll never be who you want
    I think that you should give up
    I rip myself down enough
    For the both of us

    You don't gotta tell me I'm trash
    Better on mute, fuck you, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help, I don't really need your help
    I'll do it myself

    You don't gotta tell me I'm cringe
    And an egocentric bitch, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help to put me through hell
    I'll do it myself (myself)
    Say you wanna be a star (yeah)
    I don't think you're built for this life

    No, I don't think you are (no)
    No, I don't think you are
    Say you wanna be a star (oh)
    I don't think you're built for this life
    No, I don't think you are
    No, I don't think you are

    You don't gotta tell me I'm trash
    Better on mute, fuck you, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help, I don't really need your help
    I'll do it myself

    You don't gotta tell me I'm cringe
    And an egocentric bitch, I'll do it myself
    I don't really need your help, to put me through hell
    I'll do it myself

    Song details

    Composition: Sophie Powers and Mike Gonek

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