
The Mailing List Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Well everything I do is wrong
But not for long
Pick up the god damn phone
I know you're not alone
Well every word I say is wrong
So I'll put them in this song
I walk backwards
Over broken shards of glass
I want you
And I need you
When you gonna come outta your shell
I love you
I miss you
Why you gotta be giving me hell
(Why you gotta be giving me hell)
(Why you gotta be giving me hell)
Well every day I'm so alone
So I guess I'll roam
To every easy street I'll glide
By myself I'll stay inside
Emotion swell and then subsides
I lie and I lie and I lie
Well and everybody's playing
Post-punk Post-junk
Garage gazing in their shoes
They forgot about the blues
My fingers form into a fist
You put yourself on the mailing list
I want you
And I need you
When you gonna come outta your shell
I love you
I miss you
Why you gotta be giving me hell
(Why you gotta be giving me hell)
(Why you gotta be giving me hell)