We don't work or do we, I don't know
And I hate that I can't seem to let you go
Chasin' love got me out of control
But then I go and do it all over again
It's like a following authority
That everybody's chasin'
Shoes don't fit your feet
But spend a rack just for the state or somethin'
Impatient, dream-chasing
Use my pain to see places
Old faces come around like
"Yo, Spence, it's been ages" (Mads)
For that, I'm giving up
It's cliché but now I'm doing well
They used to claim it's love
I never understood it truthfully
But whatever floats your boat
I'll push it out to sea
Now, it's clear to see our generation
Suffering with posting pics wearing next to nothing
Feels uncomforting
I wonder if I can find a girl that wants to cover-up
Or doesn't feel the need to post a bum online to feel enough (That's facts)
I know it's sad but it's the honest truth
I'd rather take you out for food
To see the real you (You know, I would)
I don't care about your past, forget the "used to"
I'll treat you like a queen unlike them other man used you
We don't work or do we, I don't know (Yah)
And I hate that I can't seem to let you go (Hm)
Chasin' love got me out of control
But then I go and do it all over again