Lumber Lung - Receiver | Текст песни

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It doesn’t matter if we talk about it when you don’t listen to what I say,
so I’d rather not be near you and I’ll throw your letters away.
I know I’m not the first that you’ve treated this way.
You act insulted if I ignore you, well now you know./

Guys like you don’t seem to get that I’m not your vision, not your dream.
I spit, yell, walk alone at night, by myself you think I need company.
I don’t want to be a receiver for your speeches.
My pretty ears can bleed sometimes but you’re blind to the fact that I don’t care./
You act insulted if I ignore you, well now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end./

I’m not interested but you just keep talking, you just keep looking, you just keep touching./
I don’t know you but you just keep talking, you just keep looking, you just keep touching.