Left at London
Count on myself
[Verse 1]
Every day is the first of the month
It’s whatever till it’s not
No tears
No pain
It’s just memories
& memories aren’t supposed to hurt you
Memories aren’t supposed to hurt you
I was once
A lover
A romantic that never recovered
I lost all my faith
In patience
As is such
When you’re constantly
Under surveillance
[Chorus 1]
(I don’t have to worry ‘bout
Every vice cuz
Your addiction doesn’t help
Only mine does)
(Sorry if you disagree
I’m in great health)
Who cares?
(If I gotta hurt this much)
Yeah, I’ll just learn to count on myself
I’ll just learn to count on myself
[Verse 2]
Yeah
It’s prolly nothing
Everything is sunny
If you want my life
Then I prefer you take it from me
I’m still in sweatpants
Head start. Follow through
Yeah, I got chubby
Lost a lotta money
Love to be a loser
Only cuz you think I’m ugly
Plus I’m clockier now I don’t got a
Dick that you can monitize
(Ah)
Yeah…
[Chorus 2]
(I don’t have to worry ‘bout
Every vice cuz
Your addiction doesn’t help
Only mine does)
(Sorry if you disagree
I’m in great health)
Who cares?
(If I gotta hurt this much)
Yeah, I’m just gonna count on myself
I’m just gonna count on myself