"The Brozone" lyrics
"The Brozone"
You're here all night
Always on my mind
So take my hand, and we can both waste all of our time
I don't need this, and I don't need you
So I'll hide out in my room
Staying up all night, hoping that I might hear back from you
I can't control everything
But somehow you're good at controlling me
I can't make small talk when talking to you
It feels like everything annoys you
I'm talking way too much
I'm talking way too much
I have better things I could be doing
Than waiting for you to love me
I keep writing down my dreams
In hopes that they might mean something
I'm taking back the pieces that you took from me
Drag me out and put me down
Tell me how you're so confound
I'm falling back into this hole again
I never had a chance
I'm slipping back into old habits
I never had a chance
I'm slipping back into old habits
I don't care where I am
I have nowhere to go
If I could just take you home
You yawn while I'm talking
You're not even listening
Am I talking too much?
Am I talking too much?
Am I talking too much?
Am I talking too much?
Writer(s): Derek Berry
- AZLyrics
- T
- TRSH Lyrics
album:
"String Theory" (2025)
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