Painting white rooms white While the blue pill dissolves inside tonight It's 6 a.m., I haven't been This worried sick since my last binge You take the 'M', it makes you thin Forget the things you always did
I want to stop, I never will I can't slow down It's hard to build myself from where I was three months before you came and left me sore You promised so much to my face And spit right back, I can't erase
And I'm psychotic Brain's a mess I took too long to not regret I need a break from all these things But what's the point if you're not here with me? Oh, oh, oh, oh
And it's tearing everyone to pieces Soaring, wailing How to fix this? We've been strung out Broken light tweaks We aren't lonely, but we're hopelessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
