Radio

I've been trying to tell myself
Things come on their own, don’t you worry
If only I could get a grip
I want to stop questioning myself

I just want them to stop comparing me
They’re killing something that was special from the start
If now we all sound so alike
It bums me out when I turn on the radio

My mind lies when it talks about my strengths
I know there’s someone else filling the crowds
I don’t want to self-sabotage
I could come up with something new

I just want them to stop comparing me
They’re killing something that was special from the start
If now we all sound so alike
It bums me out when I turn on the radio

It bums me out when I turn on the radio, oh, oh
It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio

It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio
It bums me out when I turn on the radio, oh, oh