Oliver

What do you _____ when we choose ourselves
never matters anyway, 'cause there’s no way to tell
He sat down right beside the door
We won’t stay if we can make it
You never did a thing for us
You will never break in
You thought you could butter up the band
You cooked up every rule, but then you burned your hand
We sat down right beside the door
We won’t stay if we can make it
You have never done a thing for us
You will never break in