| Sometimes I don’t recognise my mind
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| Sometimes I wonder if it’s yours or mine
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| I never saw you cry
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| And I wonder if that’s why
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| Sometimes got a skip in my step
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| And a drink on my breath
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| And a cigarette and I hope that’s all you left
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| I don’t even know if I know my own mind
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| I don’t even know if I’m on my own time
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| I don’t even know if I know what’s right for me, yeah
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| I don’t even want a patch on my jacket
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| I don’t wanna move another tax bracket
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| I don’t wanna be a part of my family tree
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| I don’t wanna turn my back
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| No, I don’t want a part of that
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| In the Aristocracy
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| Sometimes I don’t hold my rank
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| And most times I got you to thank
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| Oh, you know your mind
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| There’s energy in your tank
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| But I’ve got nothing left in mine
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| Sometimes got a skip in my step
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| And a drink on my breath
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| And a cigarette and I hope that’s all you left
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| I don’t even know if I know my own mind
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| I don’t even know if I’m on my own time
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| I don’t even know if I know what’s right for me, yeah
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| I don’t even want a patch on my jacket
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| I don’t wanna move another tax bracket
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| I don’t wanna be a part of my family tree
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| I don’t wanna turn my back
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| No, I don’t want a part of that
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| In the aristocracy
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| Look, fuck it, I got Nicorette in my pocket
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| I’ve got memories I suppress, so there
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| I guess I’ll just forget again
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| It’s easier that way
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| I guess I’ve got calls to make and texts to ignore
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| Ain’t life a bore when you’re a mess? |
| Anyway
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| I’m tongue-tied, brain fried
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| I’ve sacrificed my whole life
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| I don’t think you realise but you are in my insides
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| My brain hurts and it ain’t worth it
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| I’ll keep hurting, I’ll keep working
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| I’ll go high when you go low
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| And I’ll get by, you’ll never know
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| My brain hurts and I’ll keep working
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| You’re inside my mind
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| My whole life and I don’t think you realise
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| You are in my insides
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| I don’t even know if I know my own mind
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| I don’t even know if I’m on my own time
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| I don’t even know if I know what’s right for me, yeah
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| I don’t even want a patch on my jacket
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| I don’t wanna move another tax bracket
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| I don’t wanna be a part of my family tree
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| I don’t wanna turn my back
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| No, I don’t want a part of that
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| In the aristocracy
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| Breathe |