See you on your own
Well, kind of on your own
Everything is ruined
Well, a couple things are ruined
Can't be quite so bad
You're not an 1890s irish lad
Comfort zone is comfortable
So I won't push you angel, angel
Comfort zone is where you've grown
So I won't push you angel, angel
Tell me why, again
You're not a real man?
You seem that way to me
Without a law degree
Can't be quite so bad
You're not an 1890s irish lad
Comfort zone is comfortable
So I won't push you angel, angel
Comfort zone is where you've grown
So I won't push you angel, angel
Stop complaining, stop rewinding
Stop confiding, you are fine
Everybody wants you, needs you
Holds you, sees you, all that shit so
Fuck off
This is not
Old-timey ireland
Comfort zone is comfortable
So I won't push you angel, angel
Comfort zone is where you've grown
So I won't push you angel, angel
