Seigfried / Self Control / White Ferarri

The markings on your surface
Your speckled face
Flawed crystals hang from your ears
I couldn’t gauge your fears
I can’t relate to my peers
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather chip my pride
Than lose my mind out here
Maybe I’m a fool (ah-I)
Maybe I should move (ah-I)
And settle
Two kids and a swimming pool (ah-I)
I’m not brave
I’m not brave
Living over city, in a hill (oh, oh)
Taking in the homeless sometimes (ah, ah-ah, ah ah-ah)
Living on an idea, like, (oh, oh)
An idea from another mind’s mind (ah, ah-ah, ah ah-ah)
Maybe I’m fool
To settle for a place with some nice viws
Maybe I should move
Settl down
Two kids and a swimming pool
I’m not brave (brave)
(Brave)