Hooked Songtext
von Sam Short

Yesterday I crashed my car
Because I wondered what it′d feel like
Pressed my foot down on the pedal
And I ran right through the stop sign

Told all my friends I hate them
And then I played the victim
'Cause God forbid the problem′s ever me
Fucked my ex just to do it
Guess therapy's been useless
What a waste of $250 a week
("So how does that make you feel?")

I think I'm hooked on feeling low
Like morphine in my soul
Kinda like when I go cold (cold, cold)
I think I′m hooked on feeling down
I drink until I drown
Anything to black it out (out, out)


I think I′m hooked
I think, I think I'm
Hooked

I think I′m hooked
I think, I think I'm
Hooked
I think I′m

Every morning I wake up
Just to get right back into my bed
(I think I'm, I think I′m)
Tripping over all the bottles
From another night I'll forget

Blow through all of my money
On cigarettes and coffee
'Cause being broke is hard at 23
Go write another sad song
And play it for my poor mom
Anything so she feels bad for me
("Samantha, this is so depressing")


I think I′m hooked on feeling low
Like morphine in my soul
Kinda like when I go cold (cold, cold)
I think I′m hooked on feeling down
I drink until I drown
Anything to black it out (out, out)

I think I'm hooked
I think, I think I′m
Hooked

I think I'm hooked
I think, I think I′m
Hooked

I think I'm
(I′m hooked on feeling down, yeah)
I think I'm
I think I'm
I think I′m
I think I′m