Half past nine, I hate first lines, I'm always tempted to say something obnoxious or offensive
Like I love you, I miss you, I could die with you and it wouldn't mean a thing if I didn't say your name
I'd just be acting brave
Acting brave with a microphone in a room full of people
Somehow, it's easier, it's easier, it's easier
So I spend my time looking for those lines that make me look smarter and wiser than I am
Maybe it's something in simple expression that makes me wanna use convoluted ways to say those things
I see others put in there winks and there smiles
So is it just me or does your jetpack is faulty or failing
Most days I feel my feet clip the tops of the trees just below
And I look around and I see we all feel it but no one says it
Like when beauty is just synonymous for expensive and useless
We taste it then we fake it
Just coz it's easier
It's easier
It's easier
It's easier
It's easier
It's easier...
