One afternoon what are we going to do?
I hang on your difference though there’s zero new
You take a pleasing thing
Pull off a wing, lift off a wing
A reserve pin
They never gleam utterly as splendid again
But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t pronounced a singular thing
That we didn’t already know
Everything we adore is stranded in a mud
Stuck in a mud, stranded in a rut
Not a square in your nonplus or a paper cut
So same time subsequent week
A lick on a cheek, lick on a cheek
And contend after me
Everything’s tied adult good and neat
But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t sole me anything
That we didn’t already own
I feel for you
I unequivocally do
Nothing turns out
like we wish it to
No difference can mend
This repair I’m in
Hearing those words
That I’ll never play
Right between a eyes
I don’t feel a thing
But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t pronounced a singular thing
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything
