Every clap tears you up

The words hurt and I'm bruising fate

Maybe I'm too predictable

Maybe you were never content

I just want to share every day

Maybe obsess with being obsessed

Sorry I'm so stupid and dumb

Always letting down everyone

When you create your worst fears

And now you paid a million dollars in taste and tears

I wish I could hear you laugh again and kiss your funny faces

I can't play music anymore

'cause it reminds me of him

The record crates are deep

I got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Got a lot of dusty records to dance to

I was there the first time you saw snow

Thought that it would last forever

Walking in the streets of Amsterdam

With my best friend

Hoping some day we might procreate

A little baby

That kinda look like both of us

And try to provide

The soul-less system all gift-wrapped up

In a smiley text face

Mutual friend still left behind

Hopefully you'll become a respectable woman

And accomplish things

And I can't play music anymore

'cause it reminds me of him

The crates are dusty and deep

I got a lot of records to dance to

Got a lot of records to dance to

Got a lot of records to dance to

Well I was there

I was there

Your clap tears me up

Your words hurt like a bruise and fate

Maybe I'm too predictable

And I can't play music anymore

'cause it reminds me of him

These record crates are deep

Got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Dusty records to dance to

Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Well I was there

Well I was there

Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to

Well I was there