Ricochet Songtext
von Floor Space

Wasting all of it
And i′m not sure when
To kill or self inflict
Gambling my money
And my friends
Like it's nothing

Like a masochist
And i′m not sure when the feeling
Fucking quits
Like a pick stick in the hole
Shaking it out
I feel so old
And out of it
I sleep too much
I'm out of touch
And i'm bad at social media
Hold the phone
Or throw it away
I′m not sure what to say


So I guess that
The end of the world
Is right fucking now
Or that′s what my brains telling me
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Every statement
Breaking you down
Inch by inch
I'm the shooter
Point me at the wall
For ricochet
What do you say?
What do you say?

So I′ll go through more shit
And put down some of it
Right on paper
Rock bottom, baby
So i'll spend all of it
After the forty hour week
Just to throw it away
Rock bottom, baby

I′m not sure
What to say


So I guess that
The end of the world
Is right fucking now
Or that's what my brains telling me
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Every statement
Breaking you down
Inch by inch
I′m the shooter
Point me at the wall
For ricochet
What do you say?
What do you say?

The writing on the wall
I shot and then I crawl again
Oh, what a pity
Progress but then I stall
Now you might never call again
Oh, what a pity

So I guess that
The end of the world
Is right fucking now
Or that's what my brains telling me
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Every statement
Breaking you down
Inch by inch
I'm the shooter
Point me at the wall
For ricochet
What do you say?
What do you say?