Song Lyrics
I ve been taking my time for a long time, i ve been taking my time for a long time Bourgeois, like all their aspirations
Searching for the soul of england, love is a bourgeois construct
i don t think it s gonna be much longer
watching the weeds in the garden
i ve been hanging as a fairy trif raf
That love is a bourgeois construct, watching the weeds in the garden
So i ve given up the bourgeoisie, searching for the soul of england
Now i m digging through my student paper bags, we re better now
So i ve given up the bourgeoisie, now i m digging through my student paper bags
Somewhere along the go hobrose, that love is a bourgeois construct Bourgeois, i ll explore the outer limits of boredom
Any words that i haven t forgot, it s clear to me Pet, i ll explore the outer limits of boredom
So i ve given up the bourgeoisie, putting my fear upon odds Love, any words that i haven t forgot
I ll just get along with what i ve got, i ve been taking my time for a long time, drift a far time
So i ve given up on the bourgeoisie, i ve been taking my time for a long time
putting my feet up all odds
Calculating what you ve lost, moaning periodically
So give it up, moaning periodically
Now i m digging through my student paper bags, to wash the dishes or remake the bed Is, to wash the dishes or remake the bed
Putting my fear upon odds, i ll just get along with what i ve got, moaning periodically
So i ve given up on the bourgeoisie, watching the weeds in the garden
this love is a bourgeois construct
I ve been taking my time for a long time, just like they said at university
Any words that i haven t forgot, just like they said at university
just like they said at university
We re better now, with all the shadow and forever its cost
I ve been hanging as a fairy trif raf, it s a fantasy
You won t see me with a bunch of losers, it s absolutely clear to me
So i ve given up on the bourgeoisie, so i ve given up on the bourgeoisie
with all the shadow and forever its cost
It s a fantasy, i ve been taking my time for a long time
Love is a bourgeois construct, this love is a bourgeois construct
It s a fantasy, we re better now
it s absolutely clear to me
Like all their aspirations, lonely lay about Shop, drift a far time
Love is just a bourgeois construct, the bourgeoisie Is, talking tough as we linger
when you walked out you did me a favor
I ll explore the outer limits of boredom, you made me see reality
What s the point when i could just instead, you made me see reality, watching the weeds in the garden
so give it up
I ll explore the outer limits of boredom, lonely lay about Love, this love is a bourgeois construct
I ve been taking my time for a long time, so i know they re up
Love is just a bourgeois construct, you won t see me with a bunch of losers Love, this love is a bourgeois construct
it s a fantasy
with all the shadow and forever its cost
Talking tough as we linger, that love is a bourgeois construct Bourgeois, when you walked out you did me a favor