"Master Of None" lyrics - BEACH HOUSE

"Master Of None"

You always come to the parties
Too bad the feathers are for the birds
On your knees I will not let you grieve
I want your picture but not your words
You know the wanting but there's no verse
On your own but you can not call it your home

We always run our heads too much
We know the reasons but such and such
On your own, you will not let your arm go
We run our fingers together
You know it's easy the devil's plan
On your own, you can not call me your heart

Jack of all trades, master of none
Cry all the time 'cause I'm not having fun

You always want to be forgiven
The devil does what you ask of him
All your needs but you can not, you will not agree