I'm confused
I admit
I'm shy
I'm delusional
I'm a liar
And i'm a secondary actor in the story of my life
I'm tough from the inside, and outside like a leaf
A slight gush of wind and I go up
I admit I'm yours, mostly when I have no batteries
When I got sick of everyone
And I have nowhere else to be
I'm a sucker for girls
Of people with complexes
I sit with them at night, and drink a river of clichés
I'm surrounded with anxieties
I sleep with them for a few seasons
I write songs for the soul
The words instead of tears
I'm busy
I'm inactive
Deep in the mess
I need loads of mood
I'm a musician - not an actor
I'm an actor
I laugh
All my life is doubt
Come home to me
2 minutes, we'll meet and kiss
I'll take off your clothes
You'll remove my doubt
I'll smear your makeup
We'll drink red (wine) and crash
At 5 in the morning you'll talk to me in high language
Telling me you fell in love, and don't go to others
I'm not a sucker for girls
Or people with receipts
I pour whatever the thirsty soul wants to drink
I admit I'm yours, mostly when I have no batteries (x3)
I admit (x4)
I admit I'm yours, mostly when I have no batteries
When I got sick of everyone
And I have nowhere else to be
I'm a sucker for girls
Of people complexes
I sit with them at night, and drink a river of cliques
I'm surrounded with anxieties
I sleep with them for a few seasons
I write songs for the soul
The words instead of tears