When I was a kid the things I did Were hidden under the grid Young and naive I never believed That love could be so well hid With regret I'm willing to bet And say the older you get It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work The first cut is the deepest But the rest still flipping hurt You build your heart of plastic Get cynical and sarcastic And end up in the corner on your own
Cos I'd love to feel love But I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes As a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction oh no
So what's the point in getting your hopes up When all you're ever Getting is choked up When you're coked up And can't remember the reason why you broke up You call her in the morning When you're coming down and falling like an old man on the side of the road Cos when you're apart you don't want to mingle When you're together you want to be single Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss That made your heart tingle How much greener the grass is With those rose tinted glasses But the butterflies they flutter by And leave us on our arses
Cos I'd love to feel love But I can't stand the rejection Hide behind my jokes As a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction There's fish in the sea for me to make a selection I'd jump in if it wasn't for my ear infection Cos all I want to do is try to Make a connection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction oh
Oh I'd love to feel love But I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes As a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction I'd love to feel love But I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes As a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction ohh It seems like I'm running in the wrong direction ohh Seems like I'm running in the wrong direction ohh Well it seems I've been running in the wrong direction oh no Seems I've been running in the wrong direction
Compositor: Michael David Rosenberg (PRS)Editor: Sony ATV Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2012 (29/Jun)ECAD verificado obra #7678502 e fonograma #12901830 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM