Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ian Terry
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
My life is movie
You won't see at the movies
It was panned
And no one likes a tragedy-borne yuppie
With a pipe dream, looking quickly
For an opening to flee
That's generalized anxiety
And weed
Who doesn't get you and still tells you
"Yeah dude, I know what you mean"
I am a liar truth be told
Looks put together, never whole
I am a dying breed I hope
My love is a rollercoaster
Going up and down and over now
What do you think?
Don't I do a good job getting 'round
In this postmodernistic (Sic) dog pound
We all live in?
Now I'm truly in love
Now I found the one
In my reflection in their bedroom mirrors
Sexy and post-nut
I am a liar truth be told
Looks put together, never whole
I am a dying breed I hope
Don't have a crying chance
In holy hell of saving for my soul
I recommend they break the mold
So I don't come around again
I am a liar truth be told
Looks put together, never whole
My life is a lonely
You don't see in your twenties
Most the time
I'm questioning like everything
From money to the unassuming
Crummy afternoons I spend inside
My room the sun is setting as I dry
A carpet stain that's human-shaped
And no one cared to cry
I am a liar truth be told
Looks put together, never whole
I am a dying breed I hope
Don't have a crying chance
In holy hell of saving for my soul
I recommend they break the mold
So I don't come around again
Written by: Ian Terry
