Mice

Lyricist：Billie Tweddle

Composer：Billie Tweddle

I don't understand why

Most of the time

I'm living my life all wrong

I felt nothing at all

The freedom of the fall

My smile is on the backseat the back wall

Watch me as I go and separate the ones

That I am made to love and hate

And slowly counting down my body weight

I'm tired

I'm tired

I can do things

No human can do

I can doubt myself and then I'll doubt you

That's nothing new

Watch me as I go and separate the ones

That I am made to love and hate

And slowly counting down my body weight

I'm tired

Watch me as I go and separate the ones

That I am made to love and hate

And slowly counting down my body weight

I'm tired

I'm tired

And the stars they look like little mice

To me I am my only vice

Sat on a dead man's bench

The sun cools my neck

It covers my skin

The earth pulls me back

How 'bout that

Watch me as I go and separate the ones

That I am made to love and hate

And slowly counting down my body weight

I'm tired

Watch me as I go and separate the ones

That I am made to love and hate

And slowly counting down my body weight

I'm tired