You Make Me Mad
Ben Fletcher, Tom Higham
When you come around,
And say those things out loud,
Is there anybody in there?
Wish I could levitate above my own mistakes,
Of letting you inside my head but maybe.
It’s okay, by the way I’m not yours to throw away,
I can’t say you’re good for my health,
She said so what? Maybe not? Ever since you left the cot,
You’ve been looking after yourself.
You make me mad.
Wish I could sympathise, get out the bed and try.
What's the point? I’m not a hero.
Maybe dry my eyes, I over dramatise me and you,
A never ending story.
It’s okay, by the way I’m not yours to throw away,
I can’t say you’re good for my health,
She said so what? Maybe not? Ever since you left the cot,
You’ve been looking after yourself.
