Quinn - ​mbn lyrics

It must be nice to have so much attention
Without my music
Bet I wouldn't get a mention
Not a peep or a sound, not a pin drop around
Like I'm livin' in a silent dimension
It must be nice to have
Some friends in person
Goin' over to someone's house
Would be worth it
Do what's best for my life
And I'll do best for yours
But not everyone agrees with my certains
It must be nice to have parents that love you
When you come home from school
They always hug you
Yes, there's sticks and there's stones
And they're breaking my bones
But every now and then, I need a hug too
It must be nice to have
Such a good friend group drama happens
But you have them to notice you
You can laugh, you can cry, you can ask
You can pry
But unfortunately, I don't get those to do
It must be nice to link
With your online friends i know with them
That the fun could never end
Yes, there's hate, yes, there's arguments
But you'll get over it
Well, not always, it depends
It must be nice to have something to live for
If I had that, then I'd probably live more
I don't care if it's small, if it's right
If it's wrong
I just want something to live and strive for
It must be nice to have someone who loves you
Who would kiss, who would fuck
Who would hug you
Who would jump, who would laugh
All the human contact
All the texts saying "Good night
I love you"
It must be nice to have such a good fanbase
Releasing music at consistent, but slow rates
You don't even do much, you just rub
You just touch
But you're treated like a god
In your own state
It must be nice to have stable connections
Something that won't affect your affections
Talking life, talking school
Talking music and cool shit
But sometimes it comes with deceptions
It must be nice to not be used so often
I'm just dug up and used like a coffin
When they're done, then they fade
Is it karma? It may be
But it makes it worse when I stop them
It must be nice to have
Friends who make music
Friends who take pride for it
Don't abuse it
Everyone, they just sing just
To hear themselves sing
But for me, this shit is therapeutic
It must be nice to not be
Left out all the time
Trapped in transparent boxes just like a mime
You can talk, you can yell
But they def' will not tell
If you're speaking to them
In their own minds