Call me a good time
Call me relief
Thorn in your side
And I'm stuck in your teeth
Call me a saint and I'll try and pretend
Call me a weirdo, you're trying to mend
But don't call me a friend
Call me your favourite
Call me a cab
Worst kept secret
Cat's out the bag
Calling me weak and I'll try and defend
Calling me out, call it the end
But don't call me a friend
I know
You give it to me psycho
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
I know
You're loaded like a rifle
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
After the conversations
Drowning in expectations
I can't be your salvation
I won't be your salvation
So don't call me a friend
I know
You give it to me psycho
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
I know
You're loaded like a rifle
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
And you ricochet right past
Like a slingshot through the glass
Now your fingers are full of cuts
From the pieces you tried to pick up
I don't know what it means
When I still won't answer
Broken legs of a dancer
A rat on a wheel
I don't know how to feel
But I'm running into nothing
I know
You give it to me psycho
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
I know
You're loaded like a rifle
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
We're just falling about
Falling about my mind
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