Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking
And i've been wrong, i've been down, Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream "are we having fun yet?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
It's not like you didn't know that I said I love you and I swear I still do And it must have been so bad Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
And this is how, you remind me Of what I really am This is how, you remind me Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking
And i've been wrong, i've been down, Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream "are we having fun yet?"
Yet, yet, yet, no, no Yet, yet, yet, no, no Yet, yet, yet, no, no Yet, yet, yet, no, no
Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what i really am This is how you remind me Of what i really am
It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking
And i've been wrong, i've been down, Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream "are we having fun yet?"
Yet, yet Are we having fun yet [3x]
Я никогда не делал этого как мудрый человек, Но я и не мог остановиться, как бедняк, добывающий пропитание воровством. Я устал быть слепцом, У меня болит душа, но я не чувствую этой боли.
Так ты напоминаешь мне, Так ты напоминаешь мне, кто я на самом деле. Так ты напоминаешь мне, кто я на самом деле.
Ты не из тех, кто привык извиняться. Я ожидал другой развязки, И на этот раз я ошибся, Вручив тебе сердце, которое стоило того, чтобы его разбили. Я ошибся, Я сильно запил. А эти пять слов звенят у меня в голове: «Разве нам ещё не весело?» Да, да, да, нет, нет. Да, да, да, нет, нет.
Ты знала, что я люблю тебя, И я клянусь, что это по-прежнему так. Но, должно быть, всё плохо, Ведь, пожив с ним, ты, наверное, чуть не погибла.