Ugly little feelings Crawl inside my head What’s the point in leaving This California king-sized bed? What-if’s And the should-have’s They start to eat my brain The shadow of my youth has Made the sun go black again I look around and I don’t see the pretty things The evil thoughts upstairs they don’t need company This broken glass it reflects back The person I’ve become
And now Here I am I feel numb On the fence On the run Spill my guts What an act I am sad But to me I’m lovely sad
Imaginary numbers Control the ones we love Fooled by affectation And something up above If you’re in love with diamonds A simple death you’re dying A wasted life to me Here we are all liars Just hoping to get higher Than everyone we meet Huxley said we live together but we’re always by ourselves If you don’t like this type of weather you can move to someplace else Significance is rarely found underneath your couch
So now Here you are Feeling numb On the fence On the run Down and out Such a drag We’re all sad But to me we’re lovely sadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
