Paroles

Sitting on the couch
I love it when it comes in mind
Oh lord I don't believe in you
How the fuck you tell me to

Drink vodka bottles of wine
Sipping all of the rest of whisky
Feeling so lonely, so lonely

Where do I need to end
I can’t stop to being fake
And the night comes I dive back
Into those things I don’t even like

Drink vodka bottles of wine
Sipping all of the rest of whisky
Feeling so lonely so lonely

*outro*

This is what it looks like
Every day and every night
Try to forget to rise high
To become dust again
This is what it looks like