Mores The Pity — текст песни (Treble Charger)

I am everything

I am on the brink of still

Its not all its true

Sitting on a sprinkler

Take my call and see

The receiver to your ear

When you bridge the leap

It will all become so clear



That theres not only one of me

Just look closely now

Count them all and youll get three

That ones clever

This ones free

But its your favourite

I hate mores the pity



Ive seen everything

I can only think is true

Check my windowpane

If you cant enjoy the view

I could fall for less

I believe a thing you say

Write it down for me

And it will all come into play



Theres not only one of me

Just look closely now

Count them all and youll get three

That ones clever

This ones free

But its your favourite

I hate mores the pity



Lined up in a row

Like little dolls

Like bungalows

The reasons look the same

A newer version

Same old game



I am everything

I am on the brink

Im not anything

I could use a drink



Tell me what you see

You look close but its not me

Im not what you need

And Ill never ever be