Singing for the lonely. You're not the only one who feels this. So scared of what I'm doing. All the time. Here comes wasted head-space. Paranoia. Anger misplaced feelings. Leave me nowhere. All the time. I don't wake up early every morning. 'Cause the more I sleep the less I have to say. Scared of you always thinking that I'm boring. Stop me yawning my life away. Tender young confusion. Send black mariah for blue delusions. Lays heavy oh so heavy. On my mind. I'm so sick of people's expectations. Leaves me tired all the time. If your home's full of useless aggravation. Then don't bring it to mine. I seem to spend my life. Just waiting for the chorus. 'Cause the verse is never nearly. Good enough. The hooligan half of me. That steals from Woolworths. While the other lives for love. I'm so sick of people's expectations. Leaves me tired all the time. If your home's full of worthless aggravation. Then don't bring it to mine. Singing for the lonely. You're not the only one who feels this. So scared of what I'm doing. All the time. Singing for the Lonely. You're not the only one who feels this. Scared of what we're doing. All the time