Wasted (Live from Philadelphia)

Wasted (Live from Philadelphia) - Marian Hill

You think I'm magical

You talk a fancy talk

Something intangible

In the way I walk

You've got no common sense

Boy I've heard them all

Throwing your compliments

Up against the wall

You get me a tick or two

I already bought them

You ain't make my dreams come true

I've already got them

Words are blurry when you speak

Boy I thought I told you

Now you're tripping over me

I'm not here to hold you

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted you're wasted on me

It's all so typical

Way you call my name

Nothing subliminal

In how you play your game

See I don't miss a thing

You're so crystal clear

I've seen you whispering

In every of the ear

You said you have seen the world

I don't really buy it

You say I'm the perfect girl

Don't you even try it

Words are blurry when you speak

Boy I thought I told you

Now you're tripping over me

I'm not here to hold you

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted you're wasted on me

So inflated so inflated

Crush your fist again now

I can't take it

When you are so wasted

You're wasted you're wasted on me

You're wasted

Wasted wasted on me

Wasted wasted on me