I don't want anything I own
I still need that holy smoke
Somebody, someday, someone, it's all just gonna go
And I'll be faded out like the credits rolling up on a film
Some kind of film

I get seasick floating alone out on the couch
I need treatment and you keep on treating yourself
And I know your flavor's getting harder for sure
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else (got the tase for somebody else)
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else (got the tase for somebody else)

I don't wanna get into your business
Maybe that's all whatever that is
I'm always one eye on the time, one on the door
Asleep when you're creeping in like a secret that I already heard
So many words (so many words, so many words, so many words)

I get seasick floating alone out on the couch
I need treatment and you keep on treating yourself
And I know your flavor's getting harder for sure
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else (got the tase for somebody else)
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else

(Oh, floating, floating)
(Seasick)
(Floating alone)
(Oh, floating, floating)
(Seasick)
(Floating alone)

I get seasick floating alone out on the couch
I need treatment and you keep on treating yourself
And I know your flavor's getting harder for sure
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else (got the tase for somebody else)
'Cause you got the taste for somebody else (got the tase for somebody else)
(Seasick)

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Writer(s): Andy John Stochansky, Dan Farber, Martina Sorbara, Thomas Troelsen