Dropped a quarter and I watched it as it rolled away
Made a b-line breakneck getaway
Key worn holey pockets and broken trust
Watched it roll underneath a bus
My friends are lying on the ground watching clouds fly
Screaming out until they sink into the french rye
I'm advertising for conversation nothing more
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
And try to evict it with the radio
And we're all in disarray
Intersection warnings of judgement day
Meet eyes for a second no more
Walk to the right, say please, and hold the door
Spend my lunch a hundred feet in the air
Eating peanut butter crackers in a plastic chair
While images of chaos, hunger, and war were
Gracefully framed in little ads of lingerie stores
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
Muelle - Must Look Insane Lyrics
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Dropped a quarter and I watched it as it rolled away
Made a b-line breakneck getaway
Key worn holey pockets and broken trust
Watched it roll underneath a bus
My friends are lying on the ground watching clouds fly
Screaming out until they sink into the french rye
I'm advertising for conversation nothing more
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
And try to evict it with the radio
And we're all in disarray
Intersection warnings of judgement day
Meet eyes for a second no more
Walk to the right, say please, and hold the door
Spend my lunch a hundred feet in the air
Eating peanut butter crackers in a plastic chair
While images of chaos, hunger, and war were
Gracefully framed in little ads of lingerie stores
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
Made a b-line breakneck getaway
Key worn holey pockets and broken trust
Watched it roll underneath a bus
My friends are lying on the ground watching clouds fly
Screaming out until they sink into the french rye
I'm advertising for conversation nothing more
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
And try to evict it with the radio
And we're all in disarray
Intersection warnings of judgement day
Meet eyes for a second no more
Walk to the right, say please, and hold the door
Spend my lunch a hundred feet in the air
Eating peanut butter crackers in a plastic chair
While images of chaos, hunger, and war were
Gracefully framed in little ads of lingerie stores
And we all must look insane 'cause we all got different brains
And we all like to sing along to somebody else's least favorite song
I stayed up half the night writing words that never come out right
And all I got left to show is a chorus that'll never see the radio
Stuck in a rush hour SUV sneak attack
Angry faces cussin' rushin' somewhere to relax
I'm humming something from a song I don't even know
Writer: Aric Mueller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid