Comfort Zone - Henry Hall

See you on your own

Well, kind of on your own

Everything is ruined

Well, a couple things are ruined

Can’t be quite so bad

You’re not an 1890s Irish lad

Comfort zone is comfortable

So I won’t push you angel, angel

Comfort zone is where you’ve grown

So I won’t push you angel, angel

Tell me why, again

You’re not a real man?

You seem that way to me

Without a law degree

Can’t be quite so bad

You’re not an 1890s Irish lad

Comfort zone is comfortable

So I won’t push you angel, angel

Comfort zone is where you’ve grown

So I won’t push you angel, angel

Stop complaining, stop rewinding

Stop confiding, you are fine

Everybody wants you, needs you

Holds you, sees you

All that shit, so fuck off

This is not

Old-timey Ireland

Comfort zone is comfortable

So I won’t push you angel, angel

Comfort zone is where you’ve grown

So I won’t push you angel, angel