Lyrics: Mobley
Music: Mobley
Come numb, come dumb, come young, come rain, come sun, come sunken-eyed and half-aware
Just point the magnet at me,man, let's get some money, we can make it fair
I could be the call to change your life
'Cause you've been on the run since ninety-five, you're nobody's favourite
You're nobody's favourite one, you're nobody's favourite
You're nobody's favourite one, you're nobody's favourite
You're nobody's favourite one
You're nobody's favourite one
Say something cool, say something cool to keep it textual
Well, that's a mood, so, what's the move? She's standing next to you
Holy water, holy water or a shot of ginger ale
I've been drinking from wishing wells hoping it'll change my lot (It's not)
You're nobody's favourite one, you're nobody's favourite
You're nobody's favourite one, you're nobody's favourite
You're nobody's favourite one
You're nobody's favourite one