Stumbling on stolen grass You never know just where you're at I ask myself a dozen times Would she wanna roll the dice? I wonder if she feels alright Making me so enticed Suddenly someone sighs Softly while they shut their eyes
Check me out in the garden Talking to some martians Struggling to find yourself Believe me I know that hell Say some words, some gibberish They might be nice lyrics Hold the phone at my worst Not sure what to write for this verse
I look back into the past To be grateful for where I'm at People I've known, friends I've loved I wasn't trying to hurt anyone I was dumb, infatuated Didn't think that I'd meet expectations My heart was hard and made of stone My broken spirit dried up my bones I'm staggering on broken glass Not quite sure where I'm at You ask me a hundred times What happens when I roll the dice? You wonder if I'm fine Catching me drying my eyes Suddenly I start to sigh Softly while I shut my eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
