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.
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Aquilo - You Make Me Mad Lyrics
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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.
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.
Writer: Ben Fletcher, Tom Higham
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC