Текст песни
Lost cigarette, off in the distance
Come with me now, I've got the ribbons
Out when they come around, I know
I've been sure, I've been running my mouth
I said when I wanna be on time
I'll arrive at my own conclusion
Did it feel better when
Did it look better then
Everything that you had
Was it all so sad
Little bit, lotta bit
Sometimes I've had enough of it
Little bit, lotta bit
Sometimes it's not enough of it
If I turn my head around and throw up everywhere
Could ya find the words to find the way
To make it out of here alive
I'm on a path back through the times
There's nothing left but my wine
I don't wanna be drinking it all night long
On tempered glass I've fallen
Thinking about what I had done wrong
If I didn't wanna find it then
Well, why did I write this song
Little bit of nothing that was coming around
But it seemed like I had already found it
Little bit of nothing that wanted me dead
Right from the start, with a gun to my head
I couldn't run away fast enough
Those bastards got legs that are good at grabbing ya
I was thinking the radio silent
Was enough to make me think I was dead
But it turned out it was all part of a simulation
Inside of my head
I was wondering where we were going next
Was it
I was wondering where we were going next
Was it
La, la, la, la
Da, da, da, da
Ding, ding, ding, boom
Well, how about you
Well, you don't know me
And I don't know you
But it's endless fun if you throw yourself
Through the walls in the room
I'm down to grounding best sheets in the ground
All the demons in the house
Batted their eyes, it didn't feel real
Coming at me fast
Coming to eat you tonight