Woorden: Jetpack Afro. Other. I'm Thinking No.

Chorus:

So don't you wait to fake the life you're livin, baby break, and after all I've given, now you take, you take your ear and listen, everyone else wishin, this is what you're missin

Verse 1:

Like drive-thru windows or email bombs, like exploding bags of praise and thanks still landing on your lawn, like a three piece suit, with top hat and cane, like a cloudy day parade that never seems to rain

Shot through my chest, this is better than gold, and every line is dedicated to the story you stole, so forget, and don't regret all the things that you said, and never settle for the best, you've got less instead

Chorus:

So don't you wait to fake the life you're livin, baby break, and after all I've given, now you take, you take your ear and listen, everyone else wishin, this is what you're missin

Verse 2:

So fall in (fall out), wake up (and leave town), a rush of blood to the head again and you're found out

While some are thinking yes, still I'm thinking no, it's like my body lost its head and it don't know where to go, still you, (one, two)

Chorus:

Wait, to fake the life you're livin, baby break, and after all I've given, now you take, you take your ear and listen, everyone else wishin, this is what you're missin

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)