Kind Of Like Spitting - Timber lyrics

You're the same old bore

I know that, no need to remind me

I know from experience that nothing gold can stay

Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan

And I'm your biggest fan

But it's blurry from up here in the nosebleed seats

And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live

And I can't make things make sense

And I don't know how to give

I feel this room collapsing, I feel the long, cold night ahead

And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone

Looking for home

In the tortured eyes of freeway

That point away from sight in the night

Oh babe fireflies in a line

Self-loathing isn't sexy, but you still somehow get laid

And with nothing new to offer

Thank God my eyes stay double-paid

So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake

Self-demeaning, self-infected

You said to get to paid

Me and her been stranger

Looks like my mother after my father

After me, after me, after me, after me

And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live

And I can't make things make sense

And I don't know how to give

So I feel my heart collapsing

I feel the long, cold life ahead

And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone

Looking for home