93 Songtext
von Present

Wake up, where the fuck you been
Mess up every time I win
Give up, just to let you in
Afraid of wrinkling my skin

Wrinkling my skin

I kiss everyone I meet
I wish I was on my feet
But I won′t be til 93

I'll be
The one to make it out
Wound in salt
I′m honest to a fault


Oh, I'll be
The one to make it out
Wound in salt
I'm honest to a fault

I want everyone I know
To see just how far I′ll go
I wish I could just get out
But I won′t just get off the couch
I kiss everyone I meet
To show just how much I mean
I wish I was on my feet
But I won't be til 93

Be til 93

Be til 93