Burbank from breather by chell and the vetos

Rearrange my profile
I'll rearrange my guts
I don't understand how this stuff works
and it's driving me nuts
I don't think I can trust you
you don't have any proof
that when I get a house with a pretty view
I won't test it's real by jumping from the roof

Don't wanna break the ceiling
of a sky that isn't real
If what i'm dying for is a lie
then tell me how to feel

something ain't right
no I don't believe you
I don't deserve this
and I don't need you
Good morning,
and in case I don't see you,
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.

The painted clouds frustrate me
cause I thought that I was moving with that sky
Its hard to say I'm doing fine
when I don't know what i feel and i don't know why
It's all fools gold, times frozen cold
but not like Neverland
cause I'm growing old
and I'm the one who lost a hand.

Don't think I'll reach the sky
of a world that isn't real
and the more people who sing along
the more oxygen I'll steal

something ain't right
no I don't believe you
I don't deserve this
and I don't need you
Good morning,
and in case I don't see you,
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight. (x a bunch of times)

Fill my lungs with cynicism
replace the air i breathe
and asphyxiation haunts me
so i'll wear my lungs upon my sleeve
take my air
I don't care
these reasons why I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta get away
I've gotta... gotta... leave.

• Alternative
• folk punk
• indie pop
• inide rock
• punk rock
• Glasgow