Bleeding Gums Songtext
von Track Star

I′m peeling out
Busted out
It's been so long
So long
It′s really early
It's really late
I can't tell
I think of you
You dream of me
Maybe we′ll meet sometime

You get so mad
I get so sad
Same old every time


I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I walk on Friday
Friday is a good day
Until I think of you
Then I want to walk
To have that talk, talk, talk
You kick me like a ball
Then I bounce bounce
All around out of control

I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up

Love, love, love, love, love