Moving On

It was clever when you told me that you only ever see me on the roadside
'Cause like I’m only really gonna take a minute to be something that you don’t
like, you don’t like
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing, but that would mean nothing
You get so precious like you’re someone famous, I don’t even care,
am I supposed to?
I know it’s only just beginning, it’s the feeling that you’re winning
Now I hate you, I hate you
And it’s complicated talking to you knowing that I’m right, every second counts
and ounce
So happy not to start this fight
'Cause we run and run in circles every argument we have
It’s beginning to sound pointless, I just wish you could relax
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing, but that would mean nothing
'Cause you could get all excited for nothing
And you could have the world in writing, but that would mean nothing
Look at me moving on, even I think it’s wrong, they all look like you these days
Look at you moving on, even I think it’s fucked, they all look like you these
days