Da-da-dumb
Do you make it a point to prove every point?
Some sort of self-satisfaction?
It's a curious thing and you're caught in the act and
I'm afraid you're in the ant farm, not the hill
The bigger picture never will
Strike you as appealing
Your life's a tragedy, you sang to me
Of romantic treason
Now he's run away from you
And you've run out of reasons
I'm afraid you don't really want to heal
You've grown to expect that we all will
Prioritize your feelings
You leave your mouth open wide until you find
The word on your tongue
Now the wind's dried it
Oh, when you sang it, must have stung
I'm afraid your mouth's become the achilles heel
Don't try to reinvent the wheel
It's only you that you're cheeting
Tell me why my favorites die while they speak
Instead of dying while they sleep
Wild Moccasins - My Favorites Die [Bonus Track] Lyrics
Wild Moccasins - My Favorites Die [Bonus Track] Lyrics
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Da-da-dumb
Do you make it a point to prove every point?
Some sort of self-satisfaction?
It's a curious thing and you're caught in the act and
I'm afraid you're in the ant farm, not the hill
The bigger picture never will
Strike you as appealing
Your life's a tragedy, you sang to me
Of romantic treason
Now he's run away from you
And you've run out of reasons
I'm afraid you don't really want to heal
You've grown to expect that we all will
Prioritize your feelings
You leave your mouth open wide until you find
The word on your tongue
Now the wind's dried it
Oh, when you sang it, must have stung
I'm afraid your mouth's become the achilles heel
Don't try to reinvent the wheel
It's only you that you're cheeting
Tell me why my favorites die while they speak
Instead of dying while they sleep
Do you make it a point to prove every point?
Some sort of self-satisfaction?
It's a curious thing and you're caught in the act and
I'm afraid you're in the ant farm, not the hill
The bigger picture never will
Strike you as appealing
Your life's a tragedy, you sang to me
Of romantic treason
Now he's run away from you
And you've run out of reasons
I'm afraid you don't really want to heal
You've grown to expect that we all will
Prioritize your feelings
You leave your mouth open wide until you find
The word on your tongue
Now the wind's dried it
Oh, when you sang it, must have stung
I'm afraid your mouth's become the achilles heel
Don't try to reinvent the wheel
It's only you that you're cheeting
Tell me why my favorites die while they speak
Instead of dying while they sleep
Writer: ANDREW LEE, CODY SWANN, JOHN BALDWIN, NICHOLAS CODY, ZAHIRA GUTIERREZ
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Wild Moccasins
Length: 4:03
Written by: ANDREW LEE, CODY SWANN, JOHN BALDWIN, NICHOLAS CODY, ZAHIRA GUTIERREZ