Lyrics: Stanley Stevenson-Byrne
Music: Stanley Stevenson-Byrne
This ain't a situation
This is a penny drop
Came to a realisation
You're just hearing what you want
I'm rejecting the implication
Your opinion's a golden gift
Enough with the indignation
Hear the facts of the points you missed
And oh, you're not evening listening, so
Slide past the point I'm making
The words ain't of use to you
I'm watching the cold front breaking
You want victory over truth
But the truth is I never did like you
Not even just one touch
You don't believe in nothing
Don't you pretend too much
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What even makes you like this
What is the point to prove
When you convince somebody of something
That you know isn't even true
Well, it says more about you than me
When you make this about my faults
When you're losing ground you attack me
Well thanks, glad you shared those thoughts
And woah, you're just so insincere, so
Slide past the point I'm making
The words ain't of use to you
I'm watching the cold front breaking
You want victory over truth
But the truth is I never did like you
Not even just one touch
You don't believe in nothing
Don't you pretend too much
No this isn't sparked at a point ideally you care about and
Now you ridicule the conversation, tear it down and
Your non sequitur's not cute, you use it 'cause you're losing
Would it hurt that much to be wrong for once
Well, I hate how nobody else sees it
They all seem to cherish you
Well, if I get the chance I'll seize it
'Cause I want them to know you like I do
Slide past the point I'm making
The words ain't of use to you
I'm watching the cold front breaking
You want victory over truth
But the truth is I never did like you
Not even just one touch
You don't believe in nothing
Don't you pretend too much