salem ilese – Love Like A Hobby (Visualizer)

"Love Like A Hobby" out now !! https://tr.ee/k4kFeu_LSx Song credits: Written by: salem ilese & Iain Berryman Produced by: Iain Berryman Mixed by: Yianni AP Mastered by: Sam Moses Video credits: Filmed by: Ellen Petrosyan Edited by: salem ilese Stream "Love Like A Hobby" https://tr.ee/k4kFeu_LSx thanks for watching :) Lyrics: I met this guy, he’s a middle child Loves the Lakers and the liquor aisle He doesn’t know a thing about me Probably doesn’t think about me I memorized everything he said I could draw him if I had a pen Never even saw his front door Really what was all of that for? If I think too hard about all the seconds That I spend on men that don’t ask a question I could break my heart from all that regretting Tell me, why, why, why, Why is it so hard to show me a fraction Of the care I give to somebody average What a waste is it, I made it a pattern Tell me why, why I need something to stop me From giving away my mind to a non-existent storyline I treat love like a hobby I dedicate all my time If I give my life, then what stays mine? Mine Mine Endless books that I haven’t read Movie references I never get Busy overthinking each date Who didn’t try to call the next day I’d be happier and smarter I’d be so good at guitar or Speaking french, I’d be amazing If I got back the nights I wasted If I think too hard about all the seconds That I spend on men that don’t ask a question I could break my heart from all that regretting Tell me, why, why, why Why is it so hard to show me a fraction Of the care I give to somebody average What a waste is it, I made it a pattern Tell me why I need something to stop me From giving away my mind to a non-existent storyline I treat love like a hobby I dedicate all my time If I give my life, then what stays mine? Mine Mine Ohh Mine Mine I need something to stop me From giving away my mind to a non-existent storyline I treat love like a hobby I dedicate all my time If I give my life, then what stays mine? If I think too hard about all the seconds That I spend on men that don’t ask a question I could break my heart from all that regretting Tell me, why, why, why Why is it so hard to show me a fraction Of the care I give to somebody average What a waste is it, I made it a pattern Tell me why