Im high with no drugs for ya
Stepped in the dark and i can't see shit
But i know it'll lead to ya
I know i lost friends
And i know i lost bands
I know it don't make sense to ya
I feel like a nobody right now
I know i don't exist to ya
But how's that right
When you pick my calls up
Ring my phone
Tell me "you're all i need"
Then go
Brag about falling for you
When i'm gone
Spending my wallet on them for you
I'm apalled
One band for your dinner
Took the cash out the rubber
Now the rubber's in her
Woah
10 bands, you're the winner
Hitting my head on the wall
Should've never
It's my fault but i never get enough of it
Never get enough of it
It's my fault but i never get enough of it
Never get enough of it
It's my fault but i never get enough of it
Never get enough of it
It's my fault but i never get enough of it
Never get enough of it
Of it
Of it
Of it