谁会为你写歌？Who Would’ve Written a Song for You

明明差点就把烟戒了
直到你拍拍屁股戒了这段感情
你是再也不能回的家
而我同散落的灰烬般流浪街头

说你在说谎吧 反正我也会这么对自己说的
我也挺会帮人找借口的
毕竟你不是第一个我爱上的假象

总会有三围更好的人
总会有更不独立、不自信的人让你闪耀
总会有容忍度更高、更像你妈妈的人
但我明明以上皆是吧？

告诉我 怎么样才足够？
还有什么是我没有做到的事情？
是啊 外面的女生很多
但谁会为了你写歌？
这都是乐趣 对吧？
你只是喜欢拉扯的刺激感罢了
我是个很好得手的目标
但谁会为了你写歌？

你像是撕不掉的绷带
时不时喂我吃吃糖
确保了自己在我身上的印记

在你的朋友跟工作之后
在那女生跟自私之馀
你终于认为该给我点关注了 是吧？

“不要离开我 你太特别了”
“不论好坏 我都会爱著你”
“我们同一天出生耶 就像双胞胎一样”
这是你在认识初期所说的话
到头来 爱只是个瞎扯的概念吧
因为你选择了自尊 放弃了我们

I was so close to quitting my smoking habit
Until you came along and quit on us
And now I am scattered like ashes
In the streets ‘cause I couldn’t call you my home

Tell me you’re lying or I’ll tell myself either way
I’m pretty good at making excuses
You’re not the first I fell for a version of him that doesn’t exist

There’d be bigger boobs, thinner waist, better ass
Less dependent, confident and glow for you to shine
Greater tolerance and similarity with your mum
And I was all of that

Tell me, tell me
What would be enough?
I can’t think of things I haven’t done
Yes, there are all of the girls
But who would’ve written a song for ya
It’s just all part of the fun
Innit? You’re just enjoying the run
‘Cause I am just an easy target
But who would’ve written a song for ya

You’re the bandage I can’t rip off
And you made sure of that
You give me little treats whenever you feel like it

After your friends, after your work
After that girl, after your selfishness
You felt like, ooh?
Let’s give her some attention

‘Please don’t go, you’re too special’
‘I love you, better and worse’
‘We were born on the same day, we’re like twins’
That’s what you said when we first met
After all, love is just bullshit
‘Cause you chose your ego instead of us

Tell me, tell me
What would be enough?
I can’t think of things I haven’t done
Yes, there are all of the girls
But who would’ve written a song for ya
It’s just all part of the fun
Innit? You’re just enjoying the run
‘Cause I am just an easy target
But who would’ve written a song for ya

Who would’ve written a song for ya
Who would’ve written a song for ya

There’d be bigger boobs, thinner waist, better ass
Less dependent, confident and glow for you to shine
Greater tolerance and similarity with your mum
But who would’ve written a song for ya