Testo di Big News Day

You made a promise, didn't say it out loud That you wouldn't have me regret sitting down And I made the same one It's such common practice A bad combination A hopeful, an actress And I made a promise as I walked through the grass That nobody else would catch me quite so fast But I often misread How soon I can learn things And that is a misery To which I'm returning I had a bad Tuesday At least it's a news day But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring God, people are boring! You made a promise, when you saw me afar That this would be brief in the way these things are And I made the same one In the fountain I tossed it A bad combination A sponge and a faucet I had a bad Tuesday At least it's a news day But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring God, people are boring! And I tell my friends in a text that I copy and paste Every word in all caps with no commas And then all again when I'm home making pasta Still half in my work clothes and half in pajamas And you made a promise and I don't know why I am caught on the promise, a promise is nothing Life's pretty lawless, an unspoken promise Is usually not what protects you from something I had a bad Tuesday At least it's a news day But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring God, people are boring!