Everybody's Trying To Figure Me Out Songtext
Everybody's trying to figure me out
Oh, and that's alright
My top's down and I'm losing ground
Oh, and that's alright
I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby
And I can't feel my lungs
Oh my god, I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts
I wish I could slow the tape down to the point where everything stops
Everybody's trying to figure me out now, and I don't know why
Oh, and that's alright
My top's down and I'm losing ground
Oh, and that's alright
I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby
And I can't feel my lungs
Oh my god, I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts
I wish I could slow the tape down to the point where everything stops
Everybody's trying to figure me out now, and I don't know why
There are things I've done I can't deny, they might have saved my life
Everybody's got their own decisions, and I know that I've got mine
And I'll be fine
Yeah, I'll be fine
Yeah, I'll be fine
Smoked out, bought a pack of Lights
Oh, and I ain't done
I built a jacked up time machine to prove I was right
Oh, and clean it up
Renters' rights, squatters' rights, I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life
I don't want your charity, spend a night in the cold if it keeps me free
Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in, and I know that I've made mine
And that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
And that's alright
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
(Hold on) Everybody's trying to figure me out, you think you're gonna die
(It ain't over) Everybody's trying to figure me out, you think you're gonna die
(Hold on) Everybody thinks they've figured me out
(It ain't over) And that's alright, yeah, that's alright
Everybody's got their own decisions, and I know that I've got mine
And I'll be fine
Yeah, I'll be fine
Yeah, I'll be fine
Smoked out, bought a pack of Lights
Oh, and I ain't done
I built a jacked up time machine to prove I was right
Oh, and clean it up
Renters' rights, squatters' rights, I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life
I don't want your charity, spend a night in the cold if it keeps me free
Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in, and I know that I've made mine
And that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
And that's alright
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
(Hold on) Everybody's trying to figure me out, you think you're gonna die
(It ain't over) Everybody's trying to figure me out, you think you're gonna die
(Hold on) Everybody thinks they've figured me out
(It ain't over) And that's alright, yeah, that's alright
