| I’ve been searching for a long time
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| Just to find out if I mean right
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| Am I okay?
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| Am I honest?
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| Was I lying to myself?
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| I remember way back when
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| I was trying so hard
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| Stole my father’s car
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| Trying to get away
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| How did I make it that far?
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| Grabbed a bottle of Jack and got lost in a fantasy I made for me
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| But I’m still stuck right here
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| I don’t know if I made it clear
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| That I crashed into a wasteland
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| Dived down deeper than I should have
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| When I’m falling down strung out and faded
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| Back before the drugs and the medication
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| Things were looking up, how did I get here?
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| Locked up in my room, too tired to be scard
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| Trying not to call on my temptations, but just like her lipstick I still tast it
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| A bitter so sweet
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| I’ve been waking to the sunrise
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| Asking questions that I can’t find
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| Am I so close to the answers I don’t believe them cause I’m blind?
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| I can’t see at all
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| I’ve been giving it up
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| Living life on luck
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| Stuck in the middle of my fake friends who don’t give a fuck
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| Long nights we spend in L. A
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| All the noises wash over me
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| It’s all make believe
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| But I’m still stuck right here
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| I don’t know if I made it clear
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| That I crashed into a wasteland
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| Dived down deeper than I should have
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| When I’m falling down strung out and faded
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| Back before the drugs and the medication
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| Things were looking up, how did I get here?
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| Locked up in my room, too tired to be scared
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| Trying not to call on my temptations, but just like her lipstick I still taste
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| it
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| A bitter so sweet
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| And I don’t want to be a bother, but you know it’s criminal how lost we all can
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| be
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| Is it typical to turn our backs on ourselves, with our hearts turned out on our
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| sleeves
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| And I don’t want to live this way, I don’t want to live ashamed
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| I don’t want to live this way
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| That I crashed into a wasteland
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| Dived down deeper than I should have
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| When I’m falling down strung out and faded
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| Back before the drugs and the medication
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| Things were looking up, how did I get here?
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| Locked up in my room, too tired to be scared
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| Trying not to call on my temptations, but just like her lipstick I still taste
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| it
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| A bitter so sweet
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| A bitter so sweet
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| A bitter so sweet |