I Can't

I don’t know why
I still write songs
We’re all wasted, and you’re tone deaf
You won’t recall this song at all
No, I never wrote a song for you
'Cause you can’t hear a fucking thing
DJs hit play, and then you say they’re great
Well music’s dead, and you’re to blame
Bright coloured dreads and
Face tattoos
They’re all famous and
I’m a servant
You see that’s why I no longer try
No, I never wrote a song for you
'Cause you can’t hear a fucking thing
DJs hit play, and then you say they’re great
Well music’s dead, and you’re to blame
And it really is dead, how do you manage to be out-of-tune when you’re
auto-tuned? Who needs Stevie Wonder when we have Fetty Wap? And who gives a
fuck about Bowie’s death when Lil Peep died? Oh my god!
No, I never wrote a song for you
'Cause you can’t hear a fucking thing
DJs hit play, and then you say they’re great
Well music’s dead, locked in a shed
Never got fed, and you’re to blame