| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| I fucking swear that I care, but it’s hard when you stare
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| Into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare
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| Oh, my desolate soul in my desolate home
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| It’s my desolate role, yeah, I’m here all alone
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| I can’t think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed
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| Curtains closed, lights are off, am I alive or dead?
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| I haven’t shaved in a week, I always slur when I speak
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| Tolerance at its peak, another fifth just to sleep
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| Oh, woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love
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| And hoes you see, hoes you see, I’m just in a rut
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| And I swear I’m trying, baby, please, baby, don’t leave
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| Goddamn, I’m a fuck up but I guess that’s just me
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| So I sit in my room and I cry in my bed
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| Thinking about all the shit that made me wrong in my head
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| I keep trying to climb, but it seems so steep
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| Pour myself a fucking whiskey and go back to sleep, bitch
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| I watch my mama cry, she says «baby, why?»
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| I say «baby died, baby’s gone like a suicide»
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| I don’t think you’ll see him soon, Mom, stay out my room, Mom
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| Tell Daddy that I hate that motherfucker like you, Mom
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| I sing this shit for you Danny, Sascha, and Jordon
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| These beers keep getting warmer every time that I hold 'em
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| I pour this out for you like a partner in crime
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| It’s a part of the times when you’re sick in the mind
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| Yeah, I’m sick, oh, so sick, I’m so sick of this shit
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| Yeah, I’m lit, oh, so lit, I’m so fucked up off it
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| So I stumble around till I stumble fall down
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| Into this puddle of my tears laying here on the ground
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| When you’ve got nothing left you’ve got nothing left to lose
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| With my last, this single breath, I’ll still be singing to you
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| So when you bury me, man, you better bury me deep
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| And sing along to this song 'cause you’re broken like me
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| And I wanna go back to the start
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| Back where we started from
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| And I know it’s been so long
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| I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong all along
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| And I wanna go back to the start
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| Back where we started from
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| And I know it’s been so long
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| I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong all along
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be like this
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| I’ve been running these streets for too long now
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| I’ve got nothing, it’s true, but this song now
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| But the further I go, I wanna go home |