Who you are is yours and I am mine
But we still f*ck sometimes
We meet at bars for drinks
I'm so alone hell I'd give anything
For open ears or honest tongues that can whisper me to sleep
When all the blankets on you side and I'm afraid she'll leave
Picking blackbe
Nothing like slamming your face through the windshield
I don't think I'm riding my bike again
It's 5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
What he really needed now was to be alone