Skittles in my pockets so old Like a concrete stone I hold I can give you wisdom But I shook hands with nihilism and now I need to wash them Hiding in my music block unseen Ham and cheese sandwich up my sleeve Only got the twelve keys for company Maybe it's all I need
You can call me a loner but I won't be alone You could say it's beginning and there's a long winding road Cause I
I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy, difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown fuse, half-eaten bowl of tomato soup, yeah I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy, difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown fuse, half-eaten bowl of tomato soup
I got complimented on my hair Buzzcut with the Nike Airs Teacher said I'll go far if I decide to settle down this time Struggle on the daily to eat A spoon of Coco Pops and broken families At least I get to solo on my guitar until the day turns dark
You can call me a loner but I won't be alone You could say it's beginning and there's a long winding road Cause I
I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy, difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown fuse, half-eaten bowl of tomato soup, yeah I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy, difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown fuse, half-eaten bowl of tomato soup Cause I
I was fourteen when I got the blues Got the blues, got the blues Got the blues, got the blues I was fourteen when I got the blues Got the blues, got the blues Got the blues, got the blues I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy, difficult even to tie my shoes I was fourteen when I got the blues Got the blues, got the blues Got the blues, got the bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
