Vanillaroma - Buzzkill Bummer lyrics
[Vanillaroma - Buzzkill Bummer lyrics]
Where's the it's not playing
Is it rolling? Yeah, yeah
I got the note that you left on my windshield
Thought it was a ticket
Didn't read it 'cause I been scared
Acting like a Simpson
I don't care about Springfield
Got my inhibitions listed, 95 Theses, repeat
See, it don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret buzzkill bummer
Chase a carrot on a stick
One you know you'll never get
Take me to the other side
Where grass is green and trees fall amplified
And I can finally get some sleep at night
And I don't have to try
And you won't be dissatisfied
With all my lies and everything I look like
And no such thing as goodbyes
And I don't have to act nice
I found your little red notebook
Tucked between my dirty clothes and
Packages I haven't opened
Read it like your diary
It was just a list of plans and goals
A bunch of stuff you never told me
Probably thought it'd be too boring
Probably thought I'd make a joke at your
Expense and disrespect the picket fence
You always hope it'd border
All your picture-perfect sunsets
And listening to common sense has
Only led me to regret
Think something's broken in my head
'Cause everything is telling me I should
But I don't love you yet
Don't know why you did or ever would
'cause I'm a scrub at best
Know my intuition's getting smaller
Sinking underwater and I'm drowning
I can doggy paddle for a little
That's about it
It don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret it don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret buzzkill bummer
Genghis Khan in a red hood
Baked goods, Big Bad Wolf
But I ain't no sucker
Still half-full 'cause I'm scared
Of the suburbs
Is it rolling? Yeah, yeah
I got the note that you left on my windshield
Thought it was a ticket
Didn't read it 'cause I been scared
Acting like a Simpson
I don't care about Springfield
Got my inhibitions listed, 95 Theses, repeat
See, it don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret buzzkill bummer
Chase a carrot on a stick
One you know you'll never get
Take me to the other side
Where grass is green and trees fall amplified
And I can finally get some sleep at night
And I don't have to try
And you won't be dissatisfied
With all my lies and everything I look like
And no such thing as goodbyes
And I don't have to act nice
I found your little red notebook
Tucked between my dirty clothes and
Packages I haven't opened
Read it like your diary
It was just a list of plans and goals
A bunch of stuff you never told me
Probably thought it'd be too boring
Probably thought I'd make a joke at your
Expense and disrespect the picket fence
You always hope it'd border
All your picture-perfect sunsets
And listening to common sense has
Only led me to regret
Think something's broken in my head
'Cause everything is telling me I should
But I don't love you yet
Don't know why you did or ever would
'cause I'm a scrub at best
Know my intuition's getting smaller
Sinking underwater and I'm drowning
I can doggy paddle for a little
That's about it
It don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret it don't feel like summer
Overcast, and I'm sad
'Cause you said I should lose your number
And I ain't no runner, marathon
I'm a side-ache, shin splint
Past tense regret buzzkill bummer
Genghis Khan in a red hood
Baked goods, Big Bad Wolf
But I ain't no sucker
Still half-full 'cause I'm scared
Of the suburbs