The Format - Dear Boy (EP version) lyrics

You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy We watch the stock drop They say we're just snide, octane I want to exchange Hits for a testament And this will be My sacrifice Up in the clouds Pick up the tab Put me down Now gently, just drop me Cause this not a gallery She takes me seriously What a joke, she would know If she wasn't too scared To pick up the phone and go You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy The crime fits The punishment And an ice cold sal Stabbing demons at dusk She says well Whom do you trust? I don't trust anyone Who do you trust I don't trust nobody Not even her? No, not even me Boy please, you're not Think you lie before decieving All the people that believe in me Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding If I came to learn one thing from this It's that people from Long Island Aren'at as old as they seem They're older then they seem to be I turn my back to the mirror All you see is my back It's leaving you somewhere Lethal to make a red dot Let's see what you got Ready or not, here goes The crime fits the punishment You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy You're not made For this, dear boy