Timber Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

You're the same old bore 

I know that, no need to remind me 

I know from experience that nothing gold can stay 

Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan 

And I'm your biggest fan 

But it's blurry from up here in the nosebleed seats 

And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live 

And I can't make things make sense 

And I don't know how to give 

I feel this room collapsing, I feel the long, cold night ahead 

And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone 

Looking for home 

In the tortured eyes of freeway 

That point away from sight in the night 

Oh babe fireflies in a line 

Self-loathing isn't sexy, but you still somehow get laid 

And with nothing new to offer 

Thank God my eyes stay double-paid 

So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake 

Self-demeaning, self-infected 

You said to get to paid 

Me and her been stranger 

Looks like my mother after my father 

After me, after me, after me, after me 

And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live 

And I can't make things make sense 

And I don't know how to give 

So I feel my heart collapsing 

I feel the long, cold life ahead 

And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone 

Looking for home