"Favourite Idiot" lyrics
Orla Gartland & Liang Lawrence Lyrics
(from "Trying: Season 5" soundtrack)
Way past the honeymoon phase
Yet all day
I'm sitting, waiting for your call
Can't get enough of us
Oh is it obvious
You're my favourite idiot of all?
I told you everything's fine
In reality I'm
At home
Just crawling up the wall
Now I feel ok again
You could say anything
You're my favourite idiot of all
(Stuck on the thought)
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking you could come round
And we could stay up talking in my room
I cancelled all of my plans
To kiss the back of my hand
I think of you like it's a sport
I feel 15 again
You could say anything
You're my favourite idiot of all
Always running in the background
Been neglecting all my basic needs
So I was thinking you could come round
And snap me out of this (stupid) dream
Loser or a lover girl
Could make you sick
Just enough to leave you
Chomping at the bit
Oh look at you
I am sold
The problem now
Is that I don't have any control
Lover girl
Could make you sick
Just enough to leave you
Chomping at the bit
I look at you
To get me off
Owning it I'm owning it
I'm stuck on the thought
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking you could come round
And we could stay up talking in my room
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking we could lie down
You could touch me like I want you to
Yet all day
I'm sitting, waiting for your call
Can't get enough of us
Oh is it obvious
You're my favourite idiot of all?
I told you everything's fine
In reality I'm
At home
Just crawling up the wall
Now I feel ok again
You could say anything
You're my favourite idiot of all
(Stuck on the thought)
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking you could come round
And we could stay up talking in my room
I cancelled all of my plans
To kiss the back of my hand
I think of you like it's a sport
I feel 15 again
You could say anything
You're my favourite idiot of all
Always running in the background
Been neglecting all my basic needs
So I was thinking you could come round
And snap me out of this (stupid) dream
Loser or a lover girl
Could make you sick
Just enough to leave you
Chomping at the bit
Oh look at you
I am sold
The problem now
Is that I don't have any control
Lover girl
Could make you sick
Just enough to leave you
Chomping at the bit
I look at you
To get me off
Owning it I'm owning it
I'm stuck on the thought
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking you could come round
And we could stay up talking in my room
Always running in the background
And I know you've got a lot to do
But I was thinking we could lie down
You could touch me like I want you to
