cynical

You walked into that room

And the camera pulled in on you

Born a star for my screen

I hear songs when I see

You stand there, mm-hmm

I don't wanna send a prayer

I know one day that you'll be there

I can feel you lying next to me

I love the clothes you wear

I love them more lying there

Alongside either of our beds

While we're making, mm-hmm

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

You're so, you're so-oh

Cynical, cynical

You're so-oh

Cynical, cynical

Tears falling from your eyes

Fears coming realized

The last thing you said you wanted

Is coming to fruition

Ain't that funny how it goes?

I don't wanna send a prayer

I know one day that you'll be there

I can feel you lying next to me

I love the clothes you wear

I love them more lying there

Alongside either of our beds

While we're making, mm-hmm

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

You're so, you're so-oh

Cynical, cynical

You're so-oh

Cynical, cynical