Letras
Black coffee on a cold sweat
Said too much
Still wishing that my best friend
owed me love
Cause that letter that you wrote me
choked me up
You got loaded
I got motive
conversation
turned out so shit
But I heard from a friend of a friend
That you were doing ok
And even though
It’s too late
Still find my head filled with questions I shouldn’t ask
And I never ask anyone
Anything, anymore
I’ve never trusted no one
Only child
still trying to get a hold on
that empty mind
You got loaded
I got motive
conversation
turned out so shit (oh shit)
But I heard from a friend of a friend
That you were doing ok
And even though
It’s too late
Still find my head filled with questions I shouldn’t ask
And I never ask anyone
Anything, anymore
Gave it all
lost enough
last week’s spilled milk
is all dried up
can’t shake hands
can’t grow up
But I heard from a friend of a friend
That you were doing ok
And even though
It’s too late
Still find my head filled with questions I shouldn’t ask
Still find my mouth filled w small bits of broken glass
And I never ask anyone
Anything…