Pack of Nobodies - Emily Wells

You are downstairs in the kitchen

Learning to be my wife

A good kid on good advice

And we didn’t know it

We don’t know how to love

We don’t know how to love

We don’t know

We fuck it up to to get caught

We get caught to fuck it up

We roam around

Who roam around

We fuck it up to to get caught

We get caught to fuck it up

We roam around

We roam around

You said, «You got something to prove, man?»

I said, «baby I just might, stick around

Learn to fight»

And we didn’t know it

We didn’t know it

We didn’t know it

I don’t know how to love

I don’t know how to love

I don’t know

We fuck it up to to get caught

We get caught to fuck it up

We roam around

We roam around

We fuck it up to get lost

We get lost to fuck it up

We roam around

We roam around

We fuck it up to to get caught

We get caught to fuck it up

We roam around

We roam around

And I’m gonna need you to be careful with me

Some day you’re gonna have to come home

And I’m gonna need you to take care of me

And you’re gonna need me too Wefuckituptogetlost, wegetlosttofuckitup

We roam around, we roam around