When I'm away, I brush my teeth until they bleed Tonight is no exception, red foam comes out of me Left my guitar propped against the broken door At least if someone tries to break in, I'll be warned
I breathe out and count to five Who taught this? It's easy
I've dreamt of this for twenty years and I now I'm here alone My phone, my only friend, my home in a hundred million bottles Untucked all the way round, starched scratchy sheets So I can cocoon myself and tuck them under my feet
I breathe out and count to five Who taught this? It's easy
I turn the big lights off I put my headphones in I scroll to Pink Moon I hope I fall asleep soon
I awake in the morning to carry on as usual I awake in the morning to carry on as usual I awake in the morning to carry on as usual But on my legs, there's blood And on my sheets, there's blood And on my legs, dried blood And on my sheets, there'sTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
