Low - decade

Go out

Don’t sit inside all day, staring at the wall

She wouldn’t want that

She’d probably tell me to sort it out

Move out, move away

Just don’t do nothing at all

Just be normal, try new things and make new friends

I’m bored of being bored, of being ignored

I walk these streets just for something to do It’s nothing new, it’s what I do Go home

Just sit in bed all day and bore yourself to death

But I don’t want that and I’ll be fucked if I can sort it out

Forget about your friends, they’ll ditch you in the end

Falser words were never spoken

I feel as low as the basement I created in my mind

To keep my thoughts inside when I’m sad

What’s a man, without his piece of mind?

Tell me I’m alright

I feel as low as the ground floor of your building

When I left you on the seventh floor

Can’t ignore the light from outside your window as I make my way back home

Go out

Don’t sit inside all day, staring at the wall

She wouldn’t want that

She’d probably tell me to sort it out