CALL ME SINNER

Self-improvement makes me sick
It makes my bones itch
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
There’ll be nothing left to talk about or say

One time I stole from another
Two times and then I got caught
Three times cheated on a lover
In my girlfriends car
And I think I was born to lie
But I could tell you otherwise

Well I’m going to quite smoking anyway
It makes my veins twitch
I can hear you yelling at me night and day
Saying that you can’t breathe

Driving round the town in your monsters
Jogging through the smog all day
Eat something green at Mcdonalds
Where you watch the children play
And I will pour another glass of wine
And you can call me sinner
(and I don’t mind..)

coz one time I stole from another
two times and then I got caught
three time I cheated on a lover
in my girlfriend’s car
and I think we’re all born to lie
we are all sinners

who wants to be perfect anyway

written by: TD Lind / Owen Thomas / Lily-May Young