One more shot then I'm quitting forever Cross my heart, cross my fingers Cross my heart, cross my fingers
Woke up this morning The room was spinning And I don't remember what I did last night Beg the ceiling for forgiveness Cause I don't want to remember what I did last night When I was drunk I might have said some things I didn't mean There's nothing wrong with you, it's something wrong with me
I'm running dry from now on How come no one believes me? Believe me
Step one: drink Step two: make mistakes Step three: pretend you don't remember Step four: drink a little more Step five: I need to run dry, I need to run dry
My liver's killing me But willingly I'm going to tell whoever asks that I feel alright I beg the ceiling for forgiveness Cause I don't want to remember what I did last night When I was drunk I might have said some things I didn't mean There's nothing wrong with you, it's something wrong with me
Step one: drink Step two: make mistakes Step three: pretend you don't remember Step four: drink a little more Step five: I need to run dry, I need to run dry
I'm gonna take one more shot Then I'm quitting forever Cross my heart, cross my fingers Cross my heart, cross my fingers
I'm gonna take one more shot Then I'm quitting forever Cross my heart, cross my fingers Cross my heart, cross my fingers
I get drunk a little too much For it to be healthy No one wants to tell me... Whiskey I'm trying to cut, cut, cut, back, back Wine I'm trying to cut, cut, cut, back, back They say everything in moderation But I'll drink you under the table I'm not just drunk I really think I'm in love with you baby (Okay, I really am just drunk)
Step one: drink Step two: make mistakes Step three: pretend you don't remember Step four: drink a little more Step five: I need to run dry I need to run dry
I'm gonna take one more shot Then I'm quitting forever Cross my heart, cross my fingers Cross my heart, cross my fingers
I'm gonna take one more shot Then I'm quitting forever Cross my heart, cross my fingers Cross my heart, cross my fingers
Impress me (good luck) Impress me (good luck) Impress me (good luck) Impress me (good luck)
I’m not from Williamsburg or Silverlake Does anybody have any other obvious complaints? Stop trying to get it kid ‘cause I can almost hear you trying too hard They saw the shadow of a figure in the night Something unhuman fleeing From the scene of the crime Those little flashes Just wreak havoc on the mind
I don’t have to prove myself to you I don’t have to prove myself to you You’re standing with your arms crossed Nose turned up like you’re saying: “impress me (good luck) impress me (good luck)” I don’t have to prove myself to you
They’ve got the search party Looking for the ghost of the child But what if he grew up? Huh! He never died. In these old haunts you get The every little feeling like You’re under dead eyes
Crypotzoology You just might exist But call me in the morning That misconception still persists Some days I may express myself in curious ways
I don’t have to prove myself to you I don’t have to prove myself to you You’re standing with your arms crossed Nose turned up like you’re saying: “impress me (good luck) impress me (good luck)” I don’t have to prove myself to you
I don’t have to prove myself to you I don’t have to prove myself to you You’re standing with your arms crossed Nose turned up like you’re saying: “impress me (good luck) impress me (good luck)” I don’t have to prove myself to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
