Vicarious Songtext
von Secondshot

I like the thought of your whiskey
And the smell of your cigarette
Never quit out of want
Only out of need
For some shit a doctor said
I like the slur of your stammer
And the swagger of stumbling
You′re the poster for youth
And I of regret
To state it in summary

Disregard all the lessons that I've learned
And I′ll vicariously live as I observe
And watch your back in turn


I like the thrill of your blackouts
And the steady discovery
Of forgotten events
And lost evidence
Somewhere in the shrubbery
I like the hurt of your morning
On a newly born hangover
You look good with red eyes
A clever disguise
Of being incapable

Disregard all the lessons that I've learned
And I'll vicariously live as I observe
And watch your back in turn

Disregard all the lessons that I′ve learned
And I′ll vicariously live as I observe
And watch your back in turn