Lyrics

Hate how the stories start it
Girl meets guy, then they depart
Suits always sell the same insane rose-coloured dream

Young lovers all washed up
Because it’s never just enough
To love someone and be without their bodies

And all the boys are down
Cause they haven’t found the ones
to bite their tongues, still on the streets catcalling

And all the girls are low
Cause they ain’t got a love to call their own
Wishing that they’ll never have start it

Cause in my head it was happy days
But it’s never the same
You’re never the same
And in the end I’ve got myself to blame
It’s so very lame

Romanticised exhaustion
Somehow seems appealing
So weave the fiction right before my eyes
When desperate hearts stay blind

And the broken peoples think that they can save unstable minds
To think I’d call these thoughts my own
Can never seem to draw the line

And all the girls are a mess
Cause there ain’t nobody to contest
Yet only handsome ones will pass the marking

And all the boys are depressed
Cause every feeling shown just gets repressed
Grow so obsessed when attention’s finally calling

Cause in my head it was all okay
It’s never been so grey
Can’t keep it away
And in the end I’ve got myself to blame
It's so very tame

Cause in my head it was happy days
But it’s never the same
You’re never the same
And in the end I’ve got myself to blame
It’s so very lame