I might eat breakfast here before I move on

Laser lights all around me when I get the chance to get my groove on

Dancing by myself, I still take my shoes off and ignore it till I feel alright

And I might get restless if I stay for too long

I would up and leave this fucking bullshit if it meant that I could see her

Dancing to the shit that sounds nothing like me, huh?

Dancing to the shit I like

But now I'm losing my speed

Because I'm not the type of person who can handle defeat

And I'll be caught up and confused about what matters to me

Still in the same position, same time next week I'll be losing my speed

For sure

But I don't like it anymore, nah...

Losing my, losing my-y.

Palm to the face

When we have to speak I usually shoe-gaze

And if I saw you in public I would pretend to tie my shoe-lace

Just so we avoid the "what's up, up, up"

You'll never love me like they do, you'll never love me like she does

You, I could never commit to, I'm too fond of my freedom

I know you're all 'bout the cheques but, boy, I don't need 'em.

I think I'll get that myself

Thank you anyway, ah...

Said I'm losing my, I'm losing my-y speed.