Dot, Dot, Dot... Songtext
von Full Cab

Is it free time or the time I′m losing?
You're my distraction and I′m tired of choosing
Either way I'm gone, lost and ruined
I've never been too much of a fan of doing

"You′re doing too much"
I told myself I′d love
To find some help even if it sounds rough
Bear the clichés but I've never given too much of a fuck

I′m trynna find pleasure in the little things like:
Getting home and taking my socks off
Looking at my phone and buying cheap knockoffs
And calling you just to get my rocks off


Dot, dot, dot...
Alone again with a comedown
Going through your words and the way they sound
We could have a quick talk to get it through my head
But I'd rather spend my time alone at home instead
Telling myself:
"Remember that life is not what goes through your mind after 9 at night"
It never is!
So don′t think twice
Looking down and thinking to myself
"Jesus Fucking Christ"

I'm trynna find pleasure in the little things like:
Getting home and taking my socks off
Looking at my phone and buying cheap knockoffs
And calling you just to get my rocks off
Locked off and left out
No doubt that everyone around wants me to shut my mouth
Shout my secrets out loud to see if it gets any better
I usually make things work but just not in this weather

Have you ever wondered exactly what you′re waiting for?
Maaaaaaaaan
We never liked the sport but we cheered when our team scored
It felt like we scored
And we always score something
Soft drugs like feeling loved and loving
Back then the thought of peace alone was stunning
Who would've thought that I'd hit the ground
Running
Running
Running