My head is caught under the rock where I've been living As I wait to hear you say a lie that's worth believing While downing a Touche record, listening to a fifth of Jack 'Cause nothing that you love about me is ever coming back
And if you're not living, you're dying, they say So stand outside my bedroom, watch me waste away So daze me, dear. Amaze me merely 'cause you can As you wrap me 'round the fingers of your hand
How I hope they'll graze my skin, and give me purpose If nothing more than in the name of not feeling so worthless 'Cause pessimism keeps me cold at night So here's to 12 more hours illuminated by my laptop screen's lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
