witch-hazel Songtext
von dutchmasters

You pray to God like you′re leaving her a voicemail
You're mad at me like I′ve really got a choice here
Playing games, yeah, Nintendo 64
I never answer when they're knocking on my door


Go away, I don't wanna see your face
You′ll have to burn it down to get me out my place
Poster child of posting up in my own way
Lost the plot, the clock ticks, and shit′s the same

Shit I can't stand is the same shit I do
Fucked up, and fell short, and dropped an excuse
Can′t go on like this, can't make myself new
Fool myself all the time, can′t count to two

What's good? I couldn′t tell you
These days, I'm just trying to feel myself
Got a friend or two that's worried for my health
I′ll do my best for you, I love to death