This is for an audience of one at a time So I'll sing it straight, I'll sing it loud Don't keep it a secret, keep it elite If only all your friends could see me now
How important are the words? In one ear, already forgot 'em So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship I'll see you all at the bottom
If there was a shotgun blast from my bedroom And you were outside the window Would you see a flash, or hear the sound? Cause living out our dreams has been killing me Did you hear it die, or is there no sound when no one else is around?
How important are the words? In one ear, already forgot 'em So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship I'll see you all at the bottom
I was running out of places to go I was running out of reasons to stay away from here again But it isn't over yet Was it worth it, then? Well, it sometimes can be It's hard to see But I think you're still my friends
I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home (I was running out of places to go) I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home (I was running out of places to go) I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but thank you for letting me into your home (I was running out of places to go)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
