Lyrics:

I'm not swimmin in the money

But at least I'm sleepin every night


Why does life get so boring?

And does it ever start to feel right?


Am I too proud to say I'm sorry?

My empathy hides in disguise


So sometimes I just force a smile

So I can escape

I can get out instead of try


So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

When I can't get enough

Cut flowers down to the stems


We can spiral all the way down

Then pull each other back to life

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend


But I kinda like it in a low key

Siamese arms in a fight


We only know where the beat is

When we tap our feet on time


Don't expect that you'll find it

Ever again if you stop


They say it's all about the rhythm

But I'm everywhere that it's not