Letras
Sold guitars and broken hearts
You can sleep with me and use my car
I won't mind a single time
Left to drink more cyanide
We reside in fantasies
You are mine in memories
I won't mind a single time
Left to drift and ponder what I say
Don't waste my time when you stand
With your hands in your pants
You don't know it's sad
Try the best you can
You can throw it back
It's the blood of the dance
Can't you tell it's sad
Try the best you can
To relate, to me
Cherry picked, and crystal clear
Out to buy more pods and root beer
Don't ask me a single time
Left to drink more cyanide
Waste of breath and waste your space
I'm your universe and you're my disgrace
Don't ask me a single time
Left to drift and ponder what I say
Don't waste my time when you stand
With your hands in your pants
You don't know it's sad
Try the best you can
You can throw it back
It's the blood of the dance
Can't you tell it's sad
Try the best you can
To relate, to me
Rejection of your friends and family
Some might go ahead and call it sad
There is no forgiveness
It wasn't time we shared
I think it's best we leave it there
And you'll say that it's not worth stealing
Still a liar back to teething
Don't waste my time when you stand
With your hands in your pants
You don't know it's sad
Try the best you can
You can throw it back
It's the blood of the dance
Can't you tell it's sad
Try the best you can
To relate, to me