I wake up everyday with a hole in my head and chest I need to feel something so I burn my arm on a cigarette But if you said you were cold, I'd set myself on fire And try and use your existence to feel inspired, once again
You know I hate your guts, but you're my one true friend? I swear I won't give up, I wanna feel again
I went and saw my GP and they said my brain has a cold Try to get some rest and use this medicine, to make the feelings go They told me "Stevie, your issues will amplify If you continue to allow environments where they thrive"
You know I hate your guts, but you're my one true friend? I swear I won't give up, I wanna feel again
Don't hang out in wrong crowds or walk around at night, I was taught But, there is irony in that I'm most unsafe at home with my own thoughts
You know I hate your guts, but you're my one true friend? I swear I won't give up, I wanna feel again
I'm sitting up on my roof Looking out over Brunswick Street And looking down, wondering Hoping Tomorrow will come and get me outta my headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
