Yesterday I crashed my car Because I wondered what it'd feel like Pressed my foot down on the pedal And I ran right through the stop sign Told all my friends I hate them And then I played the victim 'Cause God forbid the problem's ever me Fucked my ex just to do it Guess therapy's been useless What a waste of $250 a week ("So how does that make you feel?") I think I'm hooked on feeling low Like morphine in my soul Kinda like when I go cold (cold, cold) I think I'm hooked on feeling down I drink until I drown Anything to black it out (out, out) I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked I think I'm Every morning I wake up Just to get right back into my bed (I think I'm, I think I'm) Tripping over all the bottles From another night I'll forget Blow through all of my money On cigarettes and coffee 'Cause being broke is hard at 23 Go write another sad song And play it for my poor mom Anything so she feels bad for me ("Samantha, this is so depressing") I think I'm hooked on feeling low Like morphine in my soul Kinda like when I go cold (cold, cold) I think I'm hooked on feeling down I drink until I drown Anything to black it out (out, out) I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked I think I'm (I'm hooked on feeling down, yeah) I think I'm I think I'm I think I'm I think I'mTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
