誰會為你寫歌？Who Would’ve Written a Song for You

明明差點就把菸戒了
直到你拍拍屁股戒了這段感情
你是再也不能回的家
而我同散落的灰燼般流浪街頭

說你在說謊吧 反正我也會這麼對自己說的
我也挺會幫人找藉口的
畢竟你不是第一個我愛上的假象

總會有三圍更好的人
總會有更不獨立、不自信的人讓你閃耀
總會有容忍度更高、更像你媽媽的人
但我明明以上皆是吧？

告訴我 怎麼樣才足夠？
還有什麼是我沒有做到的事情？
是啊 外面的女生很多
但誰會為了你寫歌？
這都是樂趣 對吧？
你只是喜歡拉扯的刺激感罷了
我是個很好得手的目標
但誰會為了你寫歌？

你像是撕不掉的繃帶
時不時餵我吃吃糖
確保了自己在我身上的印記

在你的朋友跟工作之後
在那女生跟自私之餘
你終於認為該給我點關注了 是吧？

「不要離開我 妳太特別了」
「不論好壞 我都會愛著妳」
「我們同一天出生耶 就像雙胞胎一樣」
這是你在認識初期所說的話
到頭來 愛只是個瞎扯的概念吧
因為你選擇了自尊 放棄了我們

I was so close to quitting my smoking habit
Until you came along and quit on us
And now I am scattered like ashes
In the streets ‘cause I couldn’t call you my home

Tell me you’re lying or I’ll tell myself either way
I’m pretty good at making excuses
You’re not the first I fell for a version of him that doesn’t exist

There’d be bigger boobs, thinner waist, better ass
Less dependent, confident and glow for you to shine
Greater tolerance and similarity with your mum
And I was all of that

Tell me, tell me
What would be enough?
I can’t think of things I haven’t done
Yes, there are all of the girls
But who would’ve written a song for ya
It’s just all part of the fun
Innit? You’re just enjoying the run
‘Cause I am just an easy target
But who would’ve written a song for ya

You’re the bandage I can’t rip off
And you made sure of that
You give me little treats whenever you feel like it

After your friends, after your work
After that girl, after your selfishness
You felt like, ooh?
Let’s give her some attention

‘Please don’t go, you’re too special’
‘I love you, better and worse’
‘We were born on the same day, we’re like twins’
That’s what you said when we first met
After all, love is just bullshit
‘Cause you chose your ego instead of us

Tell me, tell me
What would be enough?
I can’t think of things I haven’t done
Yes, there are all of the girls
But who would’ve written a song for ya
It’s just all part of the fun
Innit? You’re just enjoying the run
‘Cause I am just an easy target
But who would’ve written a song for ya

Who would’ve written a song for ya
Who would’ve written a song for ya

There’d be bigger boobs, thinner waist, better ass
Less dependent, confident and glow for you to shine
Greater tolerance and similarity with your mum
But who would’ve written a song for ya