Lyrics

I used to play by ear, now I use both of my hands If you don't ask – well, then you don't get And if you don't take, then someone else will But when I look at you, I'm scared to Can't control the weather, I'm letting it through I'll gladly take the credit for the things that you do You put a playlist on to match your mood I'm proficient in losing my cool It's not that I can't hear, I just don't want to There's no more small talking I would rather put it to the side Ride in elevators all day Then you won't have to learn to drive