I built up a tolerance To being this way I've been chasing dragons for the race Hunting for something I'll never attain
I built up a tolerance To coming back home Hearing voices coming from the walls Bags packed just no where to get off
I built up a tolerance To holding my breath I got a pain I think I wanna forget Fifteen dollars gets you where it gets
I built up a tolerance To things that I miss See you lying face down on the bed Oil paint like blood on your hands
Oh God is that really all we'll know I don't want us both to die alone Oh God is that really all we'll know Poltergeists knocking at our doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.