Midnight Heart - Mal Devisa, Watsky

Well I’ve made enemies along the ride

I’m afraid I could never be satisfied

But each way that I turn I face ahead

Straight through to your midnight heart

Straight through to your midnight heart

Now you know your soul is dark

Straight through to your midnight heart

You don’t know the name of like half of these folks

And they’ll be sprinting for the exit the minute you’re broke

A bunch of bobblehead muppets to laugh at your jokes

Wipe your ass and come and give your ego a stroke

I had to break it to you— sorry buddy it was time you knew

Nothing you ever said was funny, man the punchline’s you

One time for the palm trees and the sunshine

Two times for the two-timers being unkind

Confined to a small mind, but the fault’s mine

I always keep on crawling back across the San Andreas faultline

I keep on climbing underground to sweat out all my principles in darkness with

you in this salt mine

Where we’re all blind, I should fall back, I know all signs say that I should

halt

But I golf clap for this false crap

But from now on counterfeit suckers suck on my ball-sack, alright?

Straight through to your midnight heart

Straight through to your midnight heart

Now you know your soul is dark

Straight through to your midnight heart

Well I’ve made enemies along the ride

I’m afraid I could never be satisfied

But each way that I turn I face ahead

I know you know it’s way too late now and your soul is dark

Yeah motherfucker I see through you to your midnight heart

It’s tough to care about stupid bullshit all of the time

So I gotta say I’m glad that’s your job and not mine

Everybody’s got a topic at the top of their mind

A choice of how you wanna let your life be defined

(is it honeys?) sleeping around is your taste?

(Is it money?) are you the paper you chase?

(Kinda funny) You said that I’ve been playing it safe

If you got the bravest voice say that to my face

(is it your career?) pretty shitty to hear

But I took a difficult look in the mirror, and I checked in the rearview

Objects are never what they appear

The past tends to look crooked from here

The mask—that I put on out of fear, the tracks that I didn’t put out

The facts that I kept out of my ear

The slack that I cut people who didn’t deserve it is tragically clear

No, no, no, not this year

I’m not done changing yet

I’ll get these old knees checked

I can’t bend over for someone I don’t respect

Well I’ve made enemies along the ride

I’m afraid I could never be satisfied

But each way that I turn, I look ahead