[Verse 1] Mum says I sound better on the phone I say, “Yeah, I’ve been sleeping like a stone” She asks me if I’ve met somebody new I make a joke about the state of my room My mates all think I’ve got my shit together I make them laugh, they never ask me whether I’m actually alright when the night gets long Or if I’m just good at keeping people wrong [Pre-Chorus] It’s a hell of a trick Making everybody laugh When you’re one bad night From taking all of it back [Chorus] I’m the funny guy At the funeral for my old life Got everybody laughing While I’m barely getting by And I swear I’m doing better God, I’ve said it so much lately If I ever stopped the jokes Would anybody stay to save me? I’m the funny guy Yeah, the funny guy [Verse 2] I’ve got a voice note I will never send It’s three minutes long and starts with “Hey, it’s been…” I talk about the weather for a minute Then tell you everything I should’ve said in it Delete the whole thing, put my phone away Go downstairs and ask who’s up to play They say I’m in a mood, I say I’m tired Then win the game and act like I’m on fire [Pre-Chorus] It’s a hell of a trick Being easy to be around Nobody hears the silence When the whole room’s laughing loud [Chorus] I’m the funny guy At the funeral for my old life Got everybody laughing While I’m barely getting by And I swear I’m doing better God, I’ve said it so much lately If I ever stopped the jokes Would anybody stay to save me? I’m the funny guy Yeah, the funny guy [Bridge] What if I’m not getting better? What if this is all I’ve got? What if everybody loves me For the person that I’m not? I don’t wanna be a burden I don’t wanna kill the night I just wish somebody knew me When I’m not the fucking highlight [Final Chorus] I’m the funny guy And I’m sick of making light Of every little thing That’s been keeping me alive No, I don’t need a saviour I just need to quit pretending That the guy who makes you laugh Isn’t breaking when you’re leaving I’m the funny guy Can I be somebody else tonight? [Outro] Mum says I sound better on the phone Next time she asks… I’ll tell her I don’t know.
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