I seem to burn straight through
I think I've lost my head
I'm trying to keep my cool
My friends are vanishing
I fear the time wipe out
For fear that I'd forget
The worst night of my life
Or even worse, the best
You seem disappointed that your stories got lost
Down a hole in the back of my head
All the infinite speaking and the secrets you told
Well I swallowed them all then I crunched the ice
And I refuse to believe that there's a problem
You see
I could stop if I want, I just don't want to yet
I'll creep the volume up, I've got to drown myself out
She's a rattlesnake
Some stereo mind game I play with myself
Yeah she's on repeat, throwing up memories
That haven't deleted
I burn right through
I'm scared I've lost my head
I'm trying to keep my cool
My friends are vanishing
I fear the time wipe out
For fear that I'd forget
The worst night of my life
Or even worse, the best
I still recoil at the thought
My head in the clouds, talking chaos
Get flashes from hours dancing in some house
You were my escape
While a stereo serenades
The song on repeat
It's hard to believe a thing
When my mind skips the scenes
Everything disappearing
I burn right through (you)
I'm scared I've lost my head (yeah)
I'm trying to keep my cool (cool)
My friends are vanishing (yeah)
I fear the time wipe out
For fear that I'd forget (yeah)
The worst night of my life
Or even worse, the best, best (yeah, yeah)
Знаешь что случилось с челом, который придумал битву трекичей? Он потом придумал сбн, когда трекичи заебали
А чё было уже?
Мне кажется хуйня какая-то, ну да ладно
Поч
Меня больше картинка интересует
Знал, что понравится, поставил её для привлечения внимания