LYRIC
Prise the desperation from your hands
Leaning out of bedroom windows
Books and hooks we steal from last night’s bands
Take a girl’s name for the chorus
Repetition and repetition
Write it on a piece of paper
Add some words that I don’t understand
Everything is wasted
We're drinking formula
Everything is wasted [Verse 2] Seven years:
Seven years of implication
Debonair
Critically self-effacing
Unaware:
Unaware of hours we’ve wasted
Far from here
Soluble from weeks spent [Chorus 2] Drinking formula
Everything is wasted
We're drinking formula
Everything is wasted [Verse 3] Cold and clear
Sentiment is spent
It’s closure
I’m a tear
Rolling down
An endless cheek
A metaphor
I’ll disregard
With total mercy [Verse 2] [Outro] Drinking formula
Everything is wasted
You’re drinking formula
Everything is wasted
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