Fuck Tom Brady Lyrics

Running out of things to say

It’s hard to stay awake

I’m sorry, I’m sorry

If I’m just in the way

You’re gonna be the president

I’ll pay another compliment

How many times can I ask how your day went?

I’m tired of writing sad songs

Oh, let me walk you home

Oh, I don’t want you to be alone

I know you don’t need me, I know how you feel

It’s ok, you’re the only thing that’s real

I go to the theatre

Is that something for her

My Les Mis repertoire was a shocker

But I’m out with the boys on Friday

Cruising girls with the top down my way

And I’m politically incorrect

I’m tired of writing sad songs

Oh, let me walk you home

Oh, I don’t want you to be alone

I know you don’t need me, I know how you feel

It’s ok, you’re the only thing that’s real

I’m tired of writing sad songs

I’m tired of writing sad songs

I’m tired of writing sad songs

Oh, let me walk you home

Oh, I don’t want you to be alone

I know you don’t need me, I know how you feel

It’s ok, you’re the only thing that’s real

(Fuck Tom Brady!)