Song | Nobody Owns You |
Artist | The Growlers |
Album | Not. Psych! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they find it first | |
Pissin’ on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slipped through your hands | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Worried about the stranger’s imaginary thoughts | |
Wondering if they’re gonna love you or not | |
Loves me she loves me not it’s all the same | |
Irrational thoughts still feed the mundane | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they all find it first | |
Pissin’ on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slip through your hands | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that it can’t hold you | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that nobody owns you |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they find it first | |
Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slipped through your hands | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Worried about the stranger' s imaginary thoughts | |
Wondering if they' re gonna love you or not | |
Loves me she loves me not it' s all the same | |
Irrational thoughts still feed the mundane | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they all find it first | |
Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slip through your hands | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that it can' t hold you | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that nobody owns you |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they find it first | |
Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slipped through your hands | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Worried about the stranger' s imaginary thoughts | |
Wondering if they' re gonna love you or not | |
Loves me she loves me not it' s all the same | |
Irrational thoughts still feed the mundane | |
Waiting for approval and nobody cares | |
Guessing the mood is behind every stare | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Patience out the window and feed it to the birds | |
Saying nothing to much while they all find it first | |
Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance | |
Under your face and it slip through your hands | |
Think back about the things you used to care about | |
And now there so insignificant | |
Think of how lame your fears seem now | |
And how you might not get to live again | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that it can' t hold you | |
Let all fear be your mirror | |
Let it show you that nobody owns you |