Alice and Interiors

I swear I tried again

You’re never visible on the weekdays

When I need you to

Do what you can’t afford to do

You better watch your tone

You’re not invincible

You know I’ll do what I have to do

To stop the sound coming from you

Cause the truth is

You’re probably not as bad

As I make you out to be

To the boys and the girls

That will listen closely know

I’m the one that is sorry

You can write the coolest songs

I was wrong, I was wrong

This isn’t working out

You’re only logical on Sundays

When you can follow through

Exactly what I told you to do

Please just pick up the phone

Am I invisible?

Now you know

I didn’t mean a thing

When I said you could barely sing

Cause the truth is

You’re probably not as bad

As I thought that you were being

To the boys and myself

We’re just tired of listening

I’m the one that is sorry

Help me write the coolest songs

I was wrong, I was wrong

Cause the truth

Is that no one

Truly knows

What the hell it is you’re doing

When they ask are you dead

Or are you just sleeping?

I am the one that is happy

I don’t like your shitty songs

You were wrong

You were wrong