Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
Please don't talk about me with all your friends Stuff that big, bottomless cup in my hand Fill up this riddled with curses, old man Acting like enemies out of my way Still won't break up with the things I have made I'll never leave you, so easy to say I never loved you, stay the [bad word] out of my way Sick of being on my game And understated Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Taken all that I can take I'm gonna make it Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Brand new That's it, it's over, I'm done Give me the keys to the car Put the pedal to the metal as we're falling apart And I don't wanna see the phony look on your face I should have never fallen for it in the first place Touch me, fool me, tame me, make me all about it When I bleed, you scream, shame me, I'll leave, over-dramatic Nah, I don't do that anymore No people, just places I adore Too bad I lost the feeling Leave it alone I'm asleep so I'm healing All great things have battle scars You wanna swap this belief with a greater art My flesh road has only grown into a mattress fit for mounting Stuff that big, bottomless cup in my hand Fill up this riddled with curses, old man Acting like enemies out of my way Still won't break up with the things I have made I'll never leave you, so easy to say I never loved you, stay the [bad word] out of my way Sick of being on my game And understated Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Taken all that I can take I'm gonna make it Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Brand new I've faced this allergy. It won't go away Upgraded salary, employment [bad word] aid I've faced this allergy. It's everything I thought that I could fake I'll live in the moment, you gave me a reason Then I fell asleep in the bathroom Mixing magic potions, looking for a meaning Get myself out of this costume Sick and tired of counting bubbles in the ceiling Feel like a prisoner in my head I was only trying to forget the feeling I get when I think of you Beautiful and tragic I see me riding off, off through the clouds I see me riding off, off to the bitter end I see me riding off, off through the clouds I see me writing off, off all my bitter ends Sick of being on my game Its understated Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Taken all that I can take I'm gonna make it Wanna throw it all away And open up with something new Brand new