Texty: Nada Surf. Amateur.

You made me feel like i'm ok, i could be happy
Now i can sit, not run away stupidly laughing
Wipe out all self-pity, it's slowing me down
Turn off feeling pretty, dressing up dressing down.
I walk around the city out of my way, looking for something
I've got all that i need to save my day, so why'm i running?
You said i should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know i'm just an amateur, but i've gotta try.
Ooooh Oooh Oooh
I had a birthday party and it was packed, got friends who love me
we hung a disco ball up and watched the lights, they were so lovely.
You said i should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know i'm just an amateur, but i've gotta try.
When exactly are we? I get the decades mixed up.
I like the streets when they're empty, I can make the rest up. I can make the rest up...
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh
Every day is new year's eve, every night is the last night.
Every day is new year's eve, every time is the last time.
You said i should get professional help, it always makes me cry.
I know i'm just an amateur, but i've gotta try.
I've gotta try...


(Thanks to Camila for these lyrics)