Master Of None — Beach House

You always go to the parties To pluck the feathers off all the birds On your knees I will not beg you please

I want your picture but not your words You know they want it, but there's no verse On your own But you can not call it your all

We always wrung our heads too much We know the reasons, but such and such On your own, You will not catch your unknown

We run our fingers together you know it's easy, devil's plan On your own, You can not call me your all

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 On your knees But you can not; you will not agree