| Two drinks down then another round
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| Crashing in the same town
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| My parents found when they were still in love
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| Two more days till I leave again
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| Gave up cus you always win
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| Maybe I can just pretend that I’m settling down
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| I’m a thief, I’m a liar, I’m a fake
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| Never take what I deserve it’s my mistake
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| Two more months till I’m home and I’m sick of wasting all my time
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| Maybe I’m just stale and I can’t admit
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| Over analyze, never sympathize
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| I don’t really care tonight
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| Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth
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| Drink until I feel alive
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| A sick old soul with a cardboard box for lungs
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| Not the religious type but I spoke in many tongues
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| I’m a dead man, dead man walking
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| I’m a dead man, dead man talking
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| I’ve tried to be a good man
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| Tried to keep my thoughts in check
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| My father was always right and my mother was a train wreck
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| I’m a sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck
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| A sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck
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| Over analyze, never sympathize
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| I don’t really care tonight
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| Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth
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| Drink until I feel alive
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| Over analyze, never sympathize
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| I don’t really care tonight
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| Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth
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| Drink until I feel alive
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| Over analyze, never sympathize
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| I don’t really care tonight
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| Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth
|
| Drink until I feel alive
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| Over analyze, never sympathize
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| I don’t really care tonight
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| Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth
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| Drink until I feel alive |