Letras
We're afflicted with a bad dream
We're addicted to nicotine
And the wide open spaces
And the pain that comes from loving you so much
Come the hours that follow
Come tonight or tomorrow
We'll be gone, it's a sure thing
Oh, the road is a pure thing and a crutch
It's not a good time for me
Can't you see that now?
On the outside, we're shakin'
On the inside, we're breakin'
Yeah, we drink 'til we fall apart
But we're all fucked from the start anyway
It's not a good time for me
Can't you see that now?