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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angela Marie Winzeworth
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's a quarter past midnight
And you've already told me "Good night" (Good night)
And I can't get to sleep
But I really wanna dream, honestly
My head always seems to get like this
My mind turns into an abyss
I'm contemplating ways
And I'm dreaming of the day
To get out of this
You thought that I was average
Plain and simple, average
You couldn't handle all my habits
And that's all you could see
You thought that I was average (You thought wrong)
Plain and simple, average
You couldn't handle all my habits
And that doesn't help you say you love me
It's half past three, isn't there someplace that you'd rather be?
Instead of staring at your phone, and not talking to me? (Talking to me, yeah, yeah)
When I break the silence, better sound the sirens
It's the beginning of an argument
And it's no longer exciting to see me get mad
You thought that I was average
Plain and simple, average
You couldn't handle all my habits
And that's all you could see
You thought that I was average (You thought wrong)
Plain and simple, average
You couldn't handle all my habits
And that doesn't help you say you love me
Writer(s): Angela Winzeworth
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