Paris, Texas Songtext
von My First Time

I′m broke to bits
The thoughts of you.
Have turned themselves to bloodied soup.
If you kill me now, you can cut me loose
And we're all rich
In my drunk dreams
Like cartilage stuck in my teeth.
Maybe this was how, it was meant to be
We only speak of ourselves,
When we′ll get out of this town.
If it's all like this.
Leave me dead in the ground.
This place is wearing us out.
I'm losing faith by the hour.
If it′s all like this.
There′s nothing left to desire?
I'm putting in the effort in the back of your car
I could buy you all the food and the drugs you want
This isn′t Paris.
This isn't Texas.


I am fucking nowhere, you make me forget this.
This isn′t New York
This isn't LA
I am not a cowboy
And this is not a movie.
Yes, this fucking rent costs lots
And it′s crossed my mind
To sell a kidney, heard's it easy
To make money online.
So I hung off you like a gob of spit,
I didn't think that it would ever come to this
Where the loves dried up but, at least there′s beer
But that′s pretty much it.
I'm putting in the effort in the back of your car
I could buy you all the food and the drugs you want
This isn′t Paris.
This isn't Texas.
I am fucking nowhere, you make me forget this.
I′m not bitter or jealous
Of getting nothing for free,
I've got no use, so call me stupid
Get in debt for degrees.
That can′t get jobs
I'll be paying it off when I'm dead
Oh baby tell me that I′m lazy fucking rotting in bed.
We were told we′d be famous
Live in Paris get off our faces.
Drunk I move forward and aimless. Is this all that I'll be?
I′m putting in the effort in the back of your car
I could buy you all the food and the drugs you want
This isn't Paris.
This isn′t Texas.
I am fucking nowhere you make me forget this.
I'm putting in the effort in the back of your car
I could buy you all the food and the drugs you want
This isn′t Paris.
This isn't Texas.
We're just existing on the crumbs of hope that you have fed us.