Couldn’t afford to;
why would I want to
pick up the glass I’m stepping around?
you shut the door
as soon as I whispered
“do you ever wish you weren’t a coward?”
are you still mad at me?
are you still mad at me?
hiding is easy
it’s like a daydream
you can be nowhere all the time
hurts to be somewhere
cuz you gotta stay there
after you say what’s on your mind
are you still mad at me?
are you still mad at me?
i don’t wanna know i don’t
i don’t wanna know anymore
i don’t wanna know i don’t
anymore
anymore
(papa mbye)
why you gotta stay so private everything you think so violent so violent
I kept it right behind us
and I shouldn’t have to sit around here, watch you play with fire
that bitter taste
so so sweet
so full of memories
hey John Doe, notice me
clear the cache
watch your feet
keep going on,
and on,
and on
and on
are you still mad at me?
are you still mad at me?
i don’t wanna know i don’t
i don’t wanna know anymore
i don’t wanna know i don’t
anymore
anymore