Paroles de la chanson Angry Yet par Noah Kahan

I'm writing again, and I know it's boring you to death
The run on sentences, the overuse of ampersands
I'm living here now, and it ain't bad but it ain't Amsterdam
You said I'm good at writing hooks and good at shaking hands

I'm keeping close track of every action and its consequence
So I can call foul when I fuck up and nothing happens next
Signing my name for fans but always leave an asterisk
'Cause I'm a smoking, bad, free-throwing pro who has the yips

I want boredom, I hate autumn, I got means, now I want ends
I want the last minutes of morning when I am not angry yet
I want youth, I wanna to puke out all the bullshit in my mouth
I want to see me as you see me and not how I see myself
I'm okay with burning out, I'm okay with falling off
I am not that damn important, I surrender, I give up
So, give me one more minute stretch of cigarette smoke in your car
You can play me my old demos, I'll make promises to start

I'm trying to live in a moment that I won't get back
I'm trying to give a shit 'bout some shit that I ain't supposed to have
I'm staring at cars heading north and wishing I could hop in
And hope a small town can make me feel far more insignificant

I want boredom, I hate autumn, I got means, now I want ends
I want the last minutes of morning when I am not angry yet
I want youth, I wanna to puke out all the bullshit in my mouth
I want to see me as you see me and not how I see myself
I'm okay with burning out, I'm okay with falling off

I am not that damn important, I surrender, I give up
So, give me one more minute stretch of cigarette smoke in your car
You can play me my old demos, I'll make promises to start