Pick myself up and I go home Stumbling along the yellow line road It's 5 A.M., sun is creeping in Took a wrong turn and ended up Going out for one until I got stuck I'm riding on the wrong side again Rinse, repeat history I drank three shots of misery I'm flying on a high again
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in No fighting all my vices A last cigarette out in the rain I promise myself I won't do it again And I'm trying But all my vices get the best of me Get the best of me
Hate it but I know that I'll be back 'Cause it's not the first time and it's not the last I'm deep in, in the deep end Always holding on when I'm coming down If I'm already gone can I be found? Is this what I'm meant to be, my own worst enemy? So let me sit here and drink my misery
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in No fighting all my vices A last cigarette out in the rain I promise myself I won't do it again And I'm trying But all my vices get the best of me Get the best of me
It's 5:03 A.M., sun is creeping in It's almost like I live for the thrill of it Should be saying no, here we go again Lost my shoes, fuck
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in No fighting all my vices A last cigarette out in the rain I promise myself I won't do it again And I'm trying But all my vices get the best of me Get the best of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
