I wait till things are perfect
Then walk out every time
I don't feel like I'm worth it
So why bother to try?
And then I'm stuck up on the things in my head
And I'm seeing how I lose
'Cause this is all too good to be true
And I feel way too bad
I, oh, I
I swear it's always something
Why, oh, why
Why don't I see it coming?
Even though it's in my face
I still just look away
I, oh, I
I try my luck for nothing
Speaking of, you started producing music
With an old XBox headset mic
Which gave way to your unique voice with your music
Will you keep this up with production?
Yes
Everyone keeps calling
I don't pick up my phone
I'm always so exhausted
But you would never know
It's just gets harder with every single text
And every call that would come through
It's so hard to keep playing it cool
When everything's perfect for you
I, oh, I
I swear it's always something
Why, oh, why
Why don't I see it coming?
Even though it's in my face
I still just look away
I, oh, I
I try my luck for nothing
I, oh, I
I swear it's always something
Why, oh, why
Why don't I see it coming?
Even though it's in my face
I still just look away
I, oh, I
I try my luck for nothing