Wonderful Nothing (Edit|Explicit) - Glass Animals

Lyrics by：Dave Bayley

Composed by：Dave Bayley

Produced by：Dave Bayley

I come back in with a one-two

Sucker punch in the gut here's a tissue

Truth hurts when it points right at you

Sit down now for some ground rules thank you

Don't talk that's it just one

Do you think you can handle that much

I've just come back to life

I'm here I'm your little ray of sunshine

Your party's so damn tired

Kinkiness pretty light and

You're dressed up like a tiger

But you're a fly stuck in my eye and

What's that face

Ooh you got some scrapes but I'll pile drive ya anyway

And I hoped and I prayed

I kept on thinking that it'd all change one day

Been a great gun fight

You drew blood I set myself on fire

But you've had your time

Oh you've had your time mm

Who ya talkin' to

What your daddy do

Oh you poor boo-boo he's a lizard too

Hit the mini-mart buy the bitter truth

Get a few ball gags they're on three for two

Buy a better mood buy a point of view

Yours went off in June 1992

Get some attitude get some nuance too

Get me solitude and a good excuse

When

I come back in with a one-two

Sucker punch in the gut here's a tissue

Truth hurts when it points right at you

Sit down now for some ground rules thank you

Don't talk that's it just one

Do you think you can handle that much

I've just come back to life

I'm here I'm your little ray of sunshine

Wonderful nothing

I just want something wrong

I want indulgence

I just wanna make it out alive

Wonderful nothing

I want you to bury me alive

Put me in a dungeon

I come back in with the one-two

I come back in with a one-two

Sucker punch in the gut here's a tissue

Truth hurts when it points right at you

Sit down now for some ground rules thank you

Don't talk that's it just one

Do you think you can handle that much

I've just come back to life

I'm here I'm your little ray of sunshine

You got big ideas they're as **** as you

Tryna self-combust just for an excuse

Say I might throw up just to leave the room

I'd say "Burn in hell" but they'd hate you too

In my mind I'm annotating you

What is that you're wearing

Oh it's too much booze

Did your mum tell you close it when you chew

Now scuttle home go and lick your wounds

I'm a fly inside of your facial goop

I'm a little hair sat inside your soup

There's the rub maybe I'm the fool

I'm tryna stop but I still love you