I’m a dreadnought when it comes to nothing
I keep tabs on my friends, cos they are sleeping
My friends are sleeping with friends, all of them will pretend
That I’m not alone by the night’s end
I don’t gotta to ask to know
She goes red when he tells us to go [he tells us to go
And her clothes are on his bed
I’m a dreadnought, when she’s out my head
I’m busy in the kitchen, scrubbing my hands clean
And I’m breathing in
And I don’t don’t have the walk like his
Guess I’m not made for her, or made for this, or made for this
I don’t have to ask to know
She goes red, he tells us to go [he tells us to go
And her clothes are on his bed
I’m a dreadnought, when she’s out my head
I don’t have to ask to know
She goes red, when he tells us to go, [he tells us to go
And her clothes are on his bed
I’m a dreadnought, I’m a dreadnought
I don’t gotta ask to know
She goes red when he tells us to go, [he tells us to go
And her clothes are on his bed
I’m a dreadnought, hearts already set sought, soon we will be dead oh
When I’m out of my head
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Fictioneers Lyrics – Dreadnought