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schmockyyy
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Neustadt
Composer
Lyrics
I've been a child, I won't grow up
I've been naive, I want too much
Underachieved, oh-oh, I know
And "Sorry" will not change
The times I lied, the broken trust
The times you cried when hope was crushed
I should have tried to make this right
At least when I was home
But, mom and dad, please understand
That I fully comprehend
But in the end, we all pretend
And that is where we fail
Please take my hand, this isn't over
'Cause writing this will bring us close
Oh, but in the end, we all pretend
Let's turn this thing around!
Future loves me
Bright your prospects
Fuck your standards
I'll be happy!
Future loves me
Bright your prospects
Fuck your standards
I'll be happy!
Oh hey, Sophie, remember me?
I am that kid you used to tease
I promised this, so here it is
Let me show you what you missed
Hey, hey, Ashby, remember me?
I am that boy you used to toy
If you can live with what you did
Then both of us are fine
Sometimes in life the road gets hard
Sometimes you're naked in the dark
And no one else than you can help
When you got a broken heart
Let me tell you, I will make it far
Before the rise, there is the fall
I will make my dream come true
I'll turn this thing around!
Future loves me (I'm giving you a hand)
Bright your prospects (Now don't let me down)
Fuck your standards (I swear forever it won't hang)
I'll be happy! (And then we'll see who comes around)
Future loves me (I'm giving you a hand)
Bright your prospects (Now don't let me down)
Fuck your standards (I swear forever it won't hang)
I'll be happy! (And then we'll see who comes around)
This is already crazy, but I got a little somethin' to say
They ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I shut 'em out
Don't want anyone to bother me right now
With big things on my mind, I'm a sign to align
My stars and my signs on this late night grind
We call 'em, play sometimes, and analyze the world we live in
Work with what we're given to improve the way we're living
They try to match it, but misfit it
Tryna find it
How we spit it is food for critics and critically big commitments
They said we're typing along without a rhythm
Isn't it funny to you that these people knew so little
About a week ago and now they're on it like a riddle?
With you in the middle, what you gonna do but sit still?
See, I'm in it over my head, decisions hanging by a thread
The rest of the best day with decision and a vision is a quest
Sittin', playing chess, sick when waitresses don't flip this
'Cause of the mistress,
Shouldn't have slipped, should have asked 'em for forgiveness
Future loves me (I'm giving you a hand)
Bright your prospects (Now don't let me down)
Fuck your standards (I swear forever it won't hang)
I'll be happy! (And then we'll see who comes around)
Future loves me (I'm giving you a hand)
Bright your prospects (Now don't let me down)
Fuck your standards (I swear forever it won't hang)
I'll be happy! (And then we'll see who comes around)
I'm giving you a hand
Now don't let me down
I swear forever it won't hang
And then it might not come back around
I'm giving you a hand
Now don't let me down
I swear forever it won't hang
Do you know what you want?
Writer(s): Joel Neustadt
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