The Smith Street Band - 25 Lyrics
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    [Verse 1]
    It was so cold in the top room
    But I didn't wanna risk waking you
    So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers
    With everything I burn, the dull ache, it lingers
    And I don't know if I'll be able to complete
    What other people do each day without noticing
    And I don't know if I'll be able to compete
    With the way I feel these days about almost everything

    [Pre-Chorus]
    One bad week for a life of breathing
    A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping
    I wanna feel it now
    Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out

    [Chorus]
    I am someone in your passenger's seat
    I'm your punching bag
    I will let you kick the shit outta me
    And I'll hold your hand
    I'll be whatever you tell me to be
    And I'll understand

    [Verse 2]
    Breathing out cold air in my own house
    And wondering why I could not afford a solution to that by now
    And I'm sure everything seems romantic
    In reality, it's uncomfortable to deal with
    Falling asleep every other afternoon
    To the sound of being alone and having nothing to do
    And I'm sure moving in straight away made you feel safe
    But it probably wasn't great for my mental state

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And one bad week for a life of breathing
    A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping
    Wanna feel it now
    Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out

    [Chorus]
    I am someone in your passenger's seat
    I'm your punching bag
    I will let you kick the shit outta me
    While I hold your hand
    I'll be whatever you tell me to be
    And I'll understand

    [Bridge]
    If I can't see
    A future for you without evil
    A future for me without you will
    Only make it better
    So I start hoping
    Then I stop smoking
    Because the ducks are in a row and
    This is my best chance to get my shit together

    [Verse 3]
    When I turned twenty-five, I was terrified
    Still haven't learnt to do the dishes
    My mum was my age when I became alive
    So I stopped hoping and I quit smoking
    Because the writing's on the wall
    And it's been there for a while
    And it sure is nice to remember things, yeah

    [Instrumental Break]

    [Chorus]
    I am someone in your passenger's seat
    I'm your punching bag
    I'll let you kick the living shit outta me
    And I'll hold your hand
    I am whatever you tell me to be
    And I understand

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