Screamin' in my f*cking hands cuz i'm falling
Down the steps when i try walking
Let's not do this right now, it's always pooring
When i hear kick rocks and it's three in the morning
Yellow jacket sting
Make me make believe
That this is all a dream
And i don't have to leave
But all my shit's in bags
And you're locked in your head
Probably pretty mad
'Cause space is something you could never give
Your drunken words are just your sober thoughts
You're terrified to verbalize when you're not this f*cked up
Through a megaphone that makes everything
Sound like our shitty windows breaking
Self inflicting wounds in two different rooms
"Because it's four am and I can't deal with all six of your moods"
This is so ate up
This situation sucks
This isn't love
We need to stop lying to both of us
Just when i think you're gonna dial it down again
Blood drips from both my ears because you turned it up to ten
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Screamin' in my f*cking hands cuz i'm falling
Down the steps when i try walking
Let's not do this right now, it's always pooring
When i hear kick rocks and it's three in the morning
Yellow jacket sting
Make me make believe
That this is all a dream
And i don't have to leave
But all my shit's in bags
And you're locked in your head
Probably pretty mad
'Cause space is something you could never give
Your drunken words are just your sober thoughts
You're terrified to verbalize when you're not this f*cked up
Through a megaphone that makes everything
Sound like our shitty windows breaking
Self inflicting wounds in two different rooms
"Because it's four am and I can't deal with all six of your moods"
This is so ate up
This situation sucks
This isn't love
We need to stop lying to both of us
Just when i think you're gonna dial it down again
Blood drips from both my ears because you turned it up to ten
Down the steps when i try walking
Let's not do this right now, it's always pooring
When i hear kick rocks and it's three in the morning
Yellow jacket sting
Make me make believe
That this is all a dream
And i don't have to leave
But all my shit's in bags
And you're locked in your head
Probably pretty mad
'Cause space is something you could never give
Your drunken words are just your sober thoughts
You're terrified to verbalize when you're not this f*cked up
Through a megaphone that makes everything
Sound like our shitty windows breaking
Self inflicting wounds in two different rooms
"Because it's four am and I can't deal with all six of your moods"
This is so ate up
This situation sucks
This isn't love
We need to stop lying to both of us
Just when i think you're gonna dial it down again
Blood drips from both my ears because you turned it up to ten
Writer: Lonny Starsky
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