I don't want to feel you I don't want to know you I don't want to lay here By your side As you cry At night I don't want to feel you I don't want to love you I don't want to owe you a letter I don't want to decay you Don't you know That I have Already betrayed you You don't. You don't know anything Your pretty little words are just The fear in my heart [The Festival Project ™ ] Turns out, I only sing when I'm sad I feel bad when I'm in trouble Can't escape but have to smoothie it Stroke the engines But I tend to choke otherwise Nothing right now sounds better than chocolate I suppose I'll settle on Some Simple structure I suppose I'll get along With Why can't I be the girl in the songs that they sing about! Can't get it out of my head But still I sing along As if the skinny pretty Fragile porcelain things They need And sing about Could ever be me She could never be me So I'm evil But she's the straight up devil Yes I strain to smile But rarely do I sprain and ankle I've been praying for departure The city, country is just torture I should really comb my hair though I tend to cry my eyes out Then pretend I'm not But you're pretentious I can't even get a job. {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.