Fuck this We're all a bunch of pretentious pricks If I was sober I dread to think Who I'd fucking know where the fuck I'd drink
Being In a Hardcore band's Not cool
'Cause I'm not the worst But I put my hands up first 'Cause I don't know where I am I swear to God I'm cursed
And in my moment of mental clarity my mind tells me I don't want the things I used to want
There's a point to everything I've said Well I think it's that I'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect) Next
Sweating in this waiting room Where I once held my breath for you Hours passed and I sat still bored Next time it won't happen You can be assured
There's a point to everything I've said Well I think it is but I'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect) Next
You're so happy Next time I'll be yours You're so happy Next time I won't be so sureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.