Cymba

The Forest

Cymba


The Sun in the sky, the trees in the forest
Just where they belong, but there's nothing for you here
So just pack your shit and disappear
Disappointment, you're a fucking conformist
Your ego's enormous, your feelings are nowhere near
Your intentions, babe, were very clear

Thought I could trust you
You opened me up to making everything like new
But it's still just the same old shit, just without you
So, good-for-nothing, don't make the assumption
That I only wanted to be amused
Now the thought of talking to you
Has as much appeal as a used up tissue

Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay

The Sun in the sky, the trees in the forest
Just where they belong, but there's nothing for you here
So just pack your shit and disappear
Disappointment, you're a fucking conformist
Your ego's enormous, your feelings are nowhere near
Your intentions, babe, were very clear

Thought I could trust you
You opened me up to making everything like new
But it's still just the same old shit, just without you

Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool