No Reply

I apologise for the no reply

Wish I could describe what goes on inside

Get these butterflies, man, they make me tired

I was so uptight and preoccupied

That I did not ask you about your life

And the things you like, how you spend your nights

And your nine-to-five, are you that surprised?

Oh, no

Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh)

Was I impolite? Was that joke alright?

I just want to seem like a normal guy

You know how it's like, try to see my side

You're a cinephile, I watch Family Guy

On a Friday night, off a rogue website

When I should be out with some friends of mine

Runnin' rеckless wild in the streets at night

Singin' "Life, oh, lifе," with our arms out wide

Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh)

Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh)

'Cause you know

One in a million ain't my luck

I know my stories don't line up

If you're still making your mind up

There is still hope, you know

I'll try

To do it right

Every time

You and I

Well, you know

Well, you know (I)

I

I

I

Woah-oh, oh

Woah-oh, oh

Woah-oh, oh