Testo No Social Butterfly - Maxwell Young
Testo della canzone No Social Butterfly (Maxwell Young), tratta dall'album Daydreamer
My hearts still aching
Angel, why we waiting?
Skin liberation
"Well can't we date then?"
Know that nobody really got my back
I'm feeling sick, out of breath
I'm loving the stress
Her lips on my neck
See the colour of her iris
Want to dive in
Take my time, sin
Predicting sinking all our time together
Confliction, we linking through the weather
Everybody's trying to impress someone
I put my hands in the air like it's nothing
It's nothing new
You're putting all your penny's on a shot in the dark
Just wanna blink to feel alive without crashing your car
It's all overrated
It's all overrated
Imagine colours in sleep
Lovers at peace
I just want a world where I can wander nights forever with you
Can't decide if you're making up your mind
Are you really one for walking
Leaving here without him
Leave him all alone
He don't have to know
Do you feel like a cliché
Making moves so risqué
Honey just try to have no fear
Have no fear
It's still like that
You're running back
Running back
Everybody's trying to impress someone
I put my hands in the air like it's nothing
It's nothing new
Feeling failure like it's something you caught
Trying to to keep a secret but its in the way that you walk
Whats your motivator?
Well I've been sick for the sun since 99
Always feeling sporadic, is it visible in my eyes?
It's all a loop
Live for dreams
Your television leaking
Only thing that fits me
Saint Laurent jeans
I'm just not happy from these things no more
If you wanna stop feeling so empty
Wanna stop feeling things are all out of reach
Go ask yourself if passions fell
Wouldn't wanna go turning your back on real
Where your head at?
It's raining on my bare back
People saying you're little unaware max
Social butterflies only try when inspired
Staying patient shooting stars in the sky
Everybody's trying to impress someone
I put my hands in the air like it's nothing
It's nothing new
All of that weight fell off my shoulder
Still clutch pride in getting older
18 years, the doubt is torture
I just wanna feel
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Writer(s): Maxwell Young
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