| Song | Nevermind the Typos |
| Artist | Sondre Lerche |
| Album | Sondre Lerche |
| Nevermind the typos I don’t really care | |
| Any way you spell it reads atrocity, I fear | |
| Ill-fitting illusions you demand to wear | |
| Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gone deaf in one ear | |
| Deaf in one ear, deaf in one ear, deaf in one ear | |
| Couldn’t even tell that I tried to | |
| Someone was building a house in my home | |
| Everybody knows that I tried to | |
| Nevermind the typos I quit reading when | |
| Writer started rifting with a poisonous pen | |
| Up there in the attic, cooking up a storm | |
| Hating on your loved ones just to keep yourself warm | |
| Couldn’t even tell that I tried to | |
| People were pacing the length of my room | |
| Everybody knows what you tried to | |
| Caugh up your heart | |
| Swallow some imaginary pride | |
| Shut up, restart | |
| Without those oxymoronic lies | |
| Nevermind the typos | |
| Bottom line’s quite clear | |
| Martyr on a mission and the motive’s insincere | |
| The spell-check in your hard drive is just making matter worse | |
| You throw potions to the wind | |
| Don’t care who you curse | |
| Couldn’t even tell that I tried to | |
| Someone was tearing the heads off my dolls | |
| Everybody knows, won’t you try to | |
| Caugh up your heart | |
| Swallow some imaginary pride | |
| Shut up, restart | |
| Without those oxymoronic lies |
| Nevermind the typos I don' t really care | |
| Any way you spell it reads atrocity, I fear | |
| Illfitting illusions you demand to wear | |
| Now if you' ll excuse me, I' ve gone deaf in one ear | |
| Deaf in one ear, deaf in one ear, deaf in one ear | |
| Couldn' t even tell that I tried to | |
| Someone was building a house in my home | |
| Everybody knows that I tried to | |
| Nevermind the typos I quit reading when | |
| Writer started rifting with a poisonous pen | |
| Up there in the attic, cooking up a storm | |
| Hating on your loved ones just to keep yourself warm | |
| Couldn' t even tell that I tried to | |
| People were pacing the length of my room | |
| Everybody knows what you tried to | |
| Caugh up your heart | |
| Swallow some imaginary pride | |
| Shut up, restart | |
| Without those oxymoronic lies | |
| Nevermind the typos | |
| Bottom line' s quite clear | |
| Martyr on a mission and the motive' s insincere | |
| The spellcheck in your hard drive is just making matter worse | |
| You throw potions to the wind | |
| Don' t care who you curse | |
| Couldn' t even tell that I tried to | |
| Someone was tearing the heads off my dolls | |
| Everybody knows, won' t you try to | |
| Caugh up your heart | |
| Swallow some imaginary pride | |
| Shut up, restart | |
| Without those oxymoronic lies |