Lyrics: Adrian Lyles/Philip Mark Simmonds
Music: Adrian Lyles/Philip Mark Simmonds
I’m not a very smart guy
A sharp eye
Can see that I’m a far cry
From the
Part I am wanting be
Someone you need
And you are a very smart girl
The whole world
Can’t see all that you shoulder
How you’re colder from
Your head to your feet
They’re watching us bleed, so
I’d like to call a truce
I’d like to call a truce
For me and you
I’m not a very cool guy
The whole time
I really try to be that lie
I want them all to believe
That I’m better than me
And you are very cool girl
A gold pearl
She’s warmer
Than this cold cold world
Told her
That shе could be
She said boy you can be honеst with me, so
I’d like to call a truce
I’d like to call a truce
For me and you
I’m a lost soul
Standing at a crossroad
Fork in the road
I’m a bad mood
Attitude like nobody knows
You’re a calm wreck
Sunset
We’re falling apart
But that’s the only way we know the hell who we even are
I’m a loud mouth loose screw manic
And you’re cool and you're collected
hiding cause you think you’re damaged
I don’t think they’ve even done their worst yet
Not at all
I’d like to call a truce
I’d like to call a truce
For me and you
I’d like to call a truce
I’d like to call a truce
For me and