Same Thing - Lili Pistorius: текст песни id 71432639
I like sleeping by myself, like to do things by myself
Sitting on the balcony, writing and asking myself
«Did anything change?», «Is it just today?»
Threw the blankets, and the covers, and the sheets in my washing machine
I still make them coffee early in the morning
Hoping they will leave after I make 'em eggs on toast
And say that I have shit to do, go and run some errands
As soon as the door hits the lock, I go back to bed again
I don’t care about their seven figures
Couldn’t give a fuck about their brother’s Tesla
The cuddles, and the kisses, make me feel uncomfortable
Can’t pretend sex and feelings are gonna be the same thing though
The most comfortable place on earth: The armchair at my grandma’s house
Eating all the calories, dreaming 'bout reality
Listen to the story, how she met my grandpa way back then
When she asks me about my love life, I tell her the same thing
The same thing
I tell her the same thing again
Tell them the same thing
Tell them the same thing again
When someone else is going through my head
Other guys don’t make me forget
That it’s not the same thing
Oh, it’s not the same thing
It’s not the same thing, oh-oh
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