Lyric

Yeah, I heard your song last night

On a late train, neon light

It’s kinda cool, it’s kinda sweet

Almost made me tap my feet

But I don’t text when I’m unsure

Mixed signals? I avoid that war

You’re a nice guy, that’s the truth

Nice is dangerous, bulletproof

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Don’t take it wrong

Don’t take it bad

I didn’t ghost you

I just… didn’t add

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I sent you my song as an MP3

Been waiting days, no reply from thee

I didn’t say no~

Guess to you I’m just one of them

Background noise in a crowded band

Yeah yeah yeah

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I’m a broke-ass bass man, standing tall

Never the star, never front-stage call

But kill the bass and the whole thing dies

No hips move, no drinks get buys

You don’t see me, that’s okay

I hold the groove while others play

I’m the reason your head goes numb

When the drummer counts to one

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Damn, that’s hell

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I sent you my song as an MP3

Still staring at my phone like it owes me

Don’t wait up

Guess to you I’m just one of them

A verse you skip, not the anthem

Yeah yeah yeah

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You know… I really do like musicians

Yeah?

Just… not emotionally available ones

…That’s all of us

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I sent you my song as an MP3

Last seen nothing, still no mercy

Guess to you I’m just one of them

Yeah yeah yeah

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Brain full of holes, heart on hold

Still playing bass, still getting old