[Verse 1: Joe Turone]
Old news
Nowadays I gotta make bold moves to even be considered
It's a cold truth
I just about endeavour, even though the water's warm, I never settle
[Pre-Chorus: Joe Turone]
And some days I lay down in my bed
And close my eyes till a quarter past ten
The next day flies, the last one ends
I try to break cycles but just start trends
[Chorus: Joe Turone]
What would it be like
To forget how to doubt when I'm over and out?
What would it be like?
Instead I'm wondering how or where I put my phone down
[Verse 2: Justin the Flora God]
Old news in full disclosure
I'm six-deep through my anti-social life
A plain T, in line for Delilah's sky
A one-track mind
[Pre-Chorus: Justin the Flora God]
I lay down on my bed
Countin' on stars like I'm countin' on rest
A paranoid man makes paranoid friends
When I break, vile, then lovely again
[Chorus: Joe Turone, Justin the Flora God]
What would it be like
If oasis would stay in the same place here?
What would it be like?
Back to the basics, if only we'd take what's here and—
[Verse 3: Justin the Flora God, Joe Turone]
Soothe it, hoping that our youth die holy
It's a far cry, lonely
To be someone's something (And some days I—)
Soothe it, hoping that our youth die holy
It's a far cry, lonely
To be someone's something
[Outro: Justin the Flora God]
Have I done enough?
Da-da-da-da-da
Have I done enough?
Da-da-da