Текст песни Everyday - Edward Vanzet

I opened my skull
To see what was inside
Yeah, I opened it wide
And then I just cried.
It was full of these things
That were trying to run
But now that I'm older
And I am holding a gun.

Daydreams are here to stay
With just a little pain at the end of the day
There's one thing I know for sure;
It's that I've never felt like this
Ever before

I've been wondering about you
Almost everyday, everyday.
Trying to work out what you're thinking about
Almost everyday, everyday.

I like your dumb smile
Pointed like a gun
Yeah, you're clever
Sweatin' like a pork roast
Trying to talk to you about the weather.

Your Machiavellian attitude is so clever
Your mood swings are nothing
Like they say about the weather