lirik lagu george alice – mid years
[verse 1]
gonna raise a glass to all my broken hopes and dreams
gonna make a toast to myself, doubting self esteem
talking to my mirror but she don’t know
get myself together i’m a no~show
i’ll be home for dinner if i don’t lose track of time
my mother raised a sinner but i don’t think she minds
read it in the tea leaves, i knew better
told our game to strangers, see ya later
[pre~chorus]
traded all the chips i doubt
then walk home chucks hit the ground
[chorus]
it’s keeping me guessing
now i’m stressing
and i’m losing all control
opposites attract and all that cr~p
oh i’m barеly holding on
creeping up i’m paralysed
don’t know where to fall
it’s keeping mе guessing
keeping me guessing
[verse 2]
parked outside my house staring at my steering wheel
the answers that i circle gonna be the big reveal
hyperventilating in the bathroom
just give a minute i’ll be out soon
[pre~chorus]
tried to call the lines i doubt
then walk home chucks hit the ground
[chorus]
it’s keeping me guessing
now i’m stressing
and i’m losing all control
opposites attract and all that cr~p
oh i’m barely holding on
creeping up i’m paralysed
don’t know where to fall
it’s keeping me guessing
keeping me guessing
[bridge]
bittersweet but it’s the end
tried my best but can’t pretend
crossed the line just to begin
never do that sh~t again
[chorus]
it’s keeping me guessing
now i’m stressing
and i’m losing all control
opposites attract and all that cr~p
oh i’m barely holding on
creeping up i’m paralysed
don’t know where to fall
it’s keeping me guessing
keeping me guessing
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