Some people have it and other people don't
You been making
I've got myself to blame for this
I've tried to compensate
You were the only face I'd ever known
I was the
It was a plane ride from LAX to O'Hare
And what
I took a step back as the room was filling
Like a cold day in August
I was not prepared for
Subjects are thrown around the room
Looking for the ones that
I've noticed, people, they all have motives
Different, yet all the
Don't try and tell me you've been looking at me
Cause
I’ve got that lefty curse
Where everything I do is flipped
And
If you're under the impression I'm alright
I guess you never