I'm barely on my feet mama I'm barely holding on by a thread Every night I lose a different friend I thought I had it how I wanted Far away as I could ever dream I don't think California's my speed
All on my own, all I know
So if I'm high like those other guys you've kissed Maybe I'll find you in my bed again But I'm all alone, living on the edge Right at the limit Will I ever heal my dying spirit
I'm hanging on an endless hunger It keeps the tears out the devil's eyes I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine I'm barely even standing now But goddamn I need another round I can hear my name out in the crowd
If I was a hotel lobby, you'd be mighty fucking sorry To be staying at this piece of shit right off Highway 9 On the floor of my kitchen, on a vaporizer mission Find a little calm, please ease my mind I'm so sorry Alexa, I won't make her graduation But tell Sloaney girl she's the apple of my eye Tell her, take your time
Every night I'm hanging by a threadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.