Cynic

(альбом: Busyhead - 2019)

I'd change my name to find a space to get some rest
I'd give my face to find a place to put my head
But this is who we are, there's no glamor to it
I board the plane and sleep my way to LAX
I cried at the rain but there's no way that I'm depressed
Oh if I think too hard, I'm scared I might lose it

Oh-oh-oh
The Hollywood sign don't catch my eye much anymore
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Leave it to time make me feel I'm getting old
I'm living with it
Give me the open mind that I had before

I'm living with it
I'm living with it
I'm living with it
Oh I'm a cynic
Give me the open mind that I had before

They sense the blame that comes with failure and success
Would it make me famous if I break down in the press
And give them what they want
There's no effort to it

Oh-oh-oh
The Hollywood sign don't catch my eye much anymore
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Leave it to time make me feel I'm getting old
I'm living with it
Give me the open mind that I had before

I'm living with it
I'm living with it
I'm living with it
Oh I'm a cynic
Give me the open mind that I had before

I miss the days when one was better than the last
I miss the taste of growing pains I knew would pass
Oh I miss those thoughts and that fear of losing

Oh-oh-oh
I don't know why I see no light in anything
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Leave it to life to turn my strengths back into weaknesses
But I'm living with it
So give me the open mind that I had before

I'm living with it
I'm living with it
I'm living with it
Oh I'm a cynic
Give me the open mind that I had before

There's something missing darling, oh
I'm living with it
'Cause I'm a cynic darling, oh
Give me the open mind that I had before