Orla Gartland - Bloodline / Difficult Things lyrics

[Part I: Bloodline] [Intro] Oh, here comes trouble [Verse 1] I think it's kinda fun to trace it Back to where it all began Back in Dublin, in the kitchen Up late talking to my mam She was standing by the oven A strong and stoic woman I saw her as an equal, as a friend And I saw myself inside her, a sobering reminder We all become our mother in the end [Chorus] You can leave it all behind Skip a beat in the bloodline And you've been hiding all your life, it's time To skip a beat in the bloodline Oh, in the bloodlinе [Verse 2] I always feel like I'm the bad guy 'Cause I'm thе one that upped and left It kind of feels like living two lives And always tryna catch your breath Now I've gotta go my own way Talk about a cliche Remember to call home on the weekend The radio is blaring We turn into my parents And it goes dark, and then it starts, then it starts again [Chorus] You can leave it all behind Skip a beat in the bloodline And you've been hiding all your life, it's time To skip a beat in the bloodline Oh, in the bloodline Oh, in the bloodline [Part II: Difficult Things] [Intro] That's a nice one Can I see the photograph of the chicken? I might let ya Orla, happy face! Happy face! Who's going to the party? Orla, do your sad face, do your sad face Ah, Orla, you're really like [?] [Chorus] I don't wanna run away But you, you don't get me I, I keep it all in 'Cause we never talk about difficult things I don't wanna run away But you, you don't get me I, I keep it all in 'Cause we never talk about difficult things [Outro] We never talk about difficult things We never talk about difficult things We never talk about difficult things We never talk about difficult things