i hate the metro! ft. Clutch Cabin Lyrics

I'm here

Good morning my mother, I'm leaving

Why honey? Take money, don't pretend

Oh nothing, the bus is just speeding

Hey daughter, don't bother, we even

Ok, if you say so my love it must be

I hate that I make all the trust into me

I bell 'em, I ring 'em like: 'just set me free!'

I'd rather just tell 'em

I tell 'em

I tell 'em

I hate the metro

I hate the faces

I hate it all

And I hate the places

Pessimistic?

Really? Really? Ok!

Gone ballistic?

Like really? Really? No way!

But the metro ain't the place to be my lil' love

Everybody wanna slice a piece of me off

I don't like it at all

Get the hives when you call upon me

In the metro forty eight station, yeah

Tsu ku, tsu ku, tsu ku

Tsu ku, tsu ku, tsu ku

Uh, is it clear to you?

What I have done to me?

'Cause I been worried sick

But I'm not one to leave

So I will bathe in guilt

And get the one up ease

'Cause the fear is taking over who I am again

I'm sick of the pain (I'm so sick)

I'm sick of the headphones

Sick of my veins

Running me like a treadmill (Running it up)

I feel fake, yeah this is my mental

I need to get away

'Cause I hate the metro

I hate the metro

You love the lights (Lights)

Twenty four seven schedule

Too long of nights

I got no more headroom

I'm losing my sight

To get where I've gone to

You gotta take flight

And I hate the metro

I hate the faces

I hate it all

And I hate the places

Pessimistic?

Really? Really? Ok!

Gone ballistic?

Like really? Really? No way!

But the metro ain't the place to be my lil' love

Everybody wanna slice a piece of me off

I don't like it at all

Get the hives when you call upon me

In the metro forty eight station, yeah, haha

Station, yeah

Uh, uh

Tell the painting

What the painter

Should've painted

That's how critics sound to me

When they suggest what I'd be making

Dip your color in some yellow

That way you could up the payment

That way you'd be entertaining

Ugh, I look out the window of the station like

You hate the metro

You hate the faces

You hate it all

And you hate the places

Pessimistic?

I know, I know they say

That you're ballistic

But come home, come home to play

But the metro ain't the place to stay my baby

I don't argue any dead but they rise lately

I don't like it all (No!)

Get a shivering call

To tell me that the metro

Is my one true love

Love

Love

Metro equals anxiety!