More songs by Laufey
Description
Producer: Spencer Stewart
Producer: Laufey
Mixing Engineer: Steve Kaye
Additional Mixing Engineer: Jannick Frampton
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Are you tired? I can tell that you're tired
Your eyes turn gray, you beg me to be silent
You said I can't read your mind
But I'm reading it just fine
You think you're so misunderstood
The black cat of your neighborhood
Tough luck, my boy, your time is up
I'll break it first, I've had enough
Of waiting 'til you lie and cheat
Just like you did to the actress before me
Oops, she doesn't even know
You won't be missed, I'm glad to see you go
Tough luck, tough luck
Since we're spilling secrets
Does your mother even know? (Mother even know)
You demoralized, effaced me just to feed your frail ego (oh)
When you're screaming at the TV
Cussing out opposing football teams
You said I'd never understand the things that make a man a man
Tough luck, my boy, your time is up
I'll break it first, I've had enough
Of waiting 'til you lie and cheat
Just like you did to the actress before me
Oops, she doesn't even know
You won't be missed, I'm glad to see you
I should congratulate thee for so nearly convincing me
I'm not quite as smart as I seem
That I'm a loudmouthed nobody
My accent and music are dumb
Your tattoos are no better, hun
The proof says you're tragic as fuck
The truth is that's just tough, tough luck (tough luck)
Tough, tough luck (tough luck)
Tough, tough luck (tough, tough luck)
(Tough, tough luck)
Tough luck, my boy, your time is up
I'll break it first, I've had enough
Of waiting 'til you lie and cheat
Just like you did to the actress before me
Oops, she doesn't even know
You won't be missed, I'm glad to see you go