Buttered from Homecooked by Love Brunch

Do you remember them?
Us and home were good friends
But now were trading places
One slip and we're under
What kind of man are you?
When are you gonna get there?

And we thought we could take the world
If we bought it second-hand
But that second hand ticks faster
And the days melt like butter

It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame
It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame in the end

Do you remember then?
When us and the world were at ends
When you could almost taste it
Spitting gum to the pavement
What have you got to prove?
To call your time just to choose
And now we're heading nowhere
Come find me when you get there

We thought we could take the world
If we bought it second-hand
But that second hand ticks faster
And the days melt like butter

It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame
It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame in the end

We thought we could take the world
If we bought it second-hand
But that second hand ticks faster
And the days melt like butter

It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame
It all becomes the same
The picture's out of frame in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end

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