Naaz - Sad Violins Lyrics

One year later
One year younger
One year ago you almost lost her
But she's back
She's back
Cut her hair
Changed a life or two
No money could ever sharpen a knife
Like time can do
She's coming for you
And you call her a bitch
When she tells whatever you did
Crying that the rumours ain't legit
How you really can't live like this
Stop
Doing mad things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Cuz you've been bad
And now you're sad
That people talk
If you don't want us to talk then
Things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Cuz you've been bad
Now you're sad
That people talk
If you don't want us to talk then
Stop
Doing what you're doing
Right now
Stop
Doing what you're doing
And I might shut my mouth
Blurry vision
Tissue boxes
Don't worry baby
This is nothing
You're here
Not there
(yet)
Use those lips
Like they taught you
Revolutionary
Job to do
Film it post it
Share it change
The narrative
It's only
Informative
And you call her a bitch
When she tells whatever you did
Crying that the rumours ain't legit
How you really can't live like this
Stop
Doing mad things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Stop
Doing what you're doing
Right now
Stop
Doing what you're doing
And I might shut my mouth

One year later
One year younger
One year ago you almost lost her
But she's back
She's back
Cut her hair
Changed a life or two
No money could ever sharpen a knife
Like time can do
She's coming for you
And you call her a bitch
When she tells whatever you did
Crying that the rumours ain't legit
How you really can't live like this
Stop
Doing mad things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Cuz you've been bad
And now you're sad
That people talk
If you don't want us to talk then
Things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Cuz you've been bad
Now you're sad
That people talk
If you don't want us to talk then
Stop
Doing what you're doing
Right now
Stop
Doing what you're doing
And I might shut my mouth
Blurry vision
Tissue boxes
Don't worry baby
This is nothing
You're here
Not there
(yet)
Use those lips
Like they taught you
Revolutionary
Job to do
Film it post it
Share it change
The narrative
It's only
Informative
And you call her a bitch
When she tells whatever you did
Crying that the rumours ain't legit
How you really can't live like this
Stop
Doing mad things
Just to get mad
When sad violins
Play in the back
Stop
Doing what you're doing
Right now
Stop
Doing what you're doing
And I might shut my mouth