Текст песни
The house is a mess and so is my mind
My clothes and thoughts are scattered around
They need to be cleared and locked in a safe
But the key is nowhere to be found
There's dust in the corners and clouds in my head
The weather looks dismal and grey
My pockets are empty and bills piling up
But nothing can hurt me today
No nothing can hurt me today
'Cause you are the picker of my pocket
It's true, searching for words to explain
You are the filler of my socket
It's true, nothing can hurt me today
nothing can hurt me today
The sight of my window kicked out of its frame
Sometimes I feel I'm lost in a haze
Undone by the thought of my stolen guitars
'Cause nothing can hurt me today
No nothing can hurt me today