Wrong Crowd - Tom Odell

And my mother is standing beside me

As I’m packing my bags in the car

She says, «Please, boy, no more fighting

Oh, it’s only gonna do you harm»

But I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging round

With the wrong crowd

I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

(Ohhhh)

My boy

And my brother is standing behind me

As I’m slowly going out my head

He says, «You know those people don’t like me

Why’d you wanna be one of them?»

But I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

I wish I could find somebody

Ohhh, That my mother would like

Oooooh, I wish I can find somebody

That could treat me right

But I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

Singing, I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

Thinking, I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd

Thinking, I can’t help it, I don’t know how

I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round

With the wrong crowd