Reds Songtext
von Save Face

I wish I could pick up a vice to cope with these volatile moods
I guess cigarettes and coffee just don′t kill me like you do
Every time I comb my hand through my hair, half of it comes loose
You were looking at your feet when I was looking for an excuse

So I'll roll up my right sleeve
And hope that I don′t seize
'Cause my left arm's numb and everything tastes like Reds

Like Reds
Like Reds
Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have


Yeah, you are the tar in my
In my veins, in my taste, and on my breath
Another day, another dose has got me feeling comatose now
(More cigarettes, more cigarettes)
And nothing you could say or do or I don′t even know is gonna cut it
(′Cause everything tastes like Reds)
Now that the withdrawal has kicked in and I'm just begging for one more hit
Just one more hit
Just one more

Everything tastes like Reds
Like cigarettes

Like Reds
Like Reds
Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have
Like Reds
Like Reds
Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have