Blame Baby - The Floor Lyrics

Lie me on the floor
I'm sick and tired of
The wanton wanting more
So uninspired by
The opening of doors
That only seem to have
A wall the lies behind them
Me have little faith
And what is left of it
Is starting to escape
Leaving me breathless
And I'm questioning my fate
Cuz what I thought I wanted
I don't want at all now
Woah, over it
Tired of the wanting
Over it
But I'm under the gun
And I'm not averse to it
But I prefer happiness
Everyone's convinced
It's gonna work out
Now that I don't give a shit
They say it's perfect
I think it's a consequence
Of being reckless
With the things I really value
I could sell my soul
For seven figures
And be vacant searching
For something to fill me up
Like all the f*cking actors
Confusing shininess
With everlasting joy, yeah
Woah, over it
Tired of the wanting
Over it
But I'm under the gun
Woah, Over it
Tired of the wanting
Over it
But I'm under the gun
And I'm not averse to it
But I prefer happiness
The simple life sings sweet
A siren song to me
This bed I made so well
It sleeps more like a cell
Woah, over it
Tired of the wanting
Over it
But I'm under the gun
Woah, over it
Tired of the wanting
Over it
But I'm under the gun
And I'm not averse to it
But I deserve
Happy, Happy, Happiness