P.S. Eliot - We'd Never Agree текст песни

it's always over before it fucking starts


and i'm not one to gush, i'm not prone to sensitivity
we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me
and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive
but we'd never agree


we yield to a feared and fateful clash
or heartache or overwrought whiplash
and these roles develop circumstantially
you'll be my fodder, i'll be your reverie


and i'm not one to gush i'm not prone to sensitivity
we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me
and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive
but we'd never agree
and maybe it's my fault, i can't cut the tie, i'm a masochist
60 hours, chased around and one elusive sidewalk kiss
and i'm not sure what i expected, but i couldn't bear to hear that this
is something you won't miss