Hinds - Soberland

Chill, it's okay, to behave as you age
You still have your hair and the village fake fame
You're waiting for someone, someone that stands your same old wars
Whenever you chose that, that line was already too packed

But how am I suppose to touch you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once

Boots made you cool, when you were underage
Now you're missed too soon in your bed of clichés
You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset I'm not the one

But how am I suppose to like you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once

You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset I'm not the one
(They go sober and sober and sober, sober and sober)
You're always gonna mess around, never gonna be around, always gonna mess around
(But how am I suppose to?)
(They go sober and sober and sober, Soberland, Soberland)

But how am I suppose to guide you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Kid talk normal once

But how am I suppose to love you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your
Welcome to Soberland