Bought a home, we bartered right
So we kissed to, and caught a light
Those pictures on the walls
Small talk in a bedroom hall

Can’t make it home tonight
Go to sleep and leave the light
I pretend to make a call
Loose talk in a bedroom stall

Oh, oh, oh
It’s my only offer
Stifle copies of myself
Oh, oh, oh
There’s someone else

My friends, they all agree
Give into our defeat
In secret we believe
We’re nothing, nothing, nothing
That we need

No, oh, oh
It’s my only offer
Stifle copies of myself
Oh, oh, oh
With Someone else

I always wanted to be
The face in front of me
Debating a life
Sipped out the energy

Built up a wall
Made out of finer things
Pile it high
So we could barely see it

No, oh, oh
It’s my only offer
Oh, oh, oh
My only offer

Oh, oh, oh
My only offer
Stifle copies of myself
Oh, oh, oh
It’s all I have to offer

Scoperta qualche notte fa, su RadioNation 3, durante Casa Stefigno.