Don't feel like doing this anymore (This anymore)
Gun on my back, into the field, love is a war (Love is a war)
Hell would be nice as a home but they won't let me open the door (Open the door)
I just wanna drop acid and gaze at the floor (Gaze at the floor)
I haven't stopped thinking about you since the moment you left
I've been living life without you, but maybe it's for the best
Hands on the wheel but I'm losing control, oh, oh, oh no
Might hop one more fence just to put on a show, oh, oh, oh no
Don't feel like doing this anymore (This anymore)
Gun on my back, into the field, love is a war (Love is a war)
Hell would be nice as a home but they won't let me open the door (Open the door)
I just wanna drop acid and gaze at the floor (Gaze at the floor)
Interior: home, night
Amn3sia wears the bathrobe long forgotten by those with more important things to do Than worry about bathrobes
He weeps gently into the sleeves and feels comfort for the first time in weeks
Tell your ex I said hi
Tell your friends I said what's up
Tell yourself that I miss you and that when I call you I'd like if you picked up
Tell your shrink there are two sides to every story that's told
Tell your past self that I meant it when I said I wanted together for us to grow old
Oh no, what have I done
Blood on my shirt and I hold the gun
Point it at my head, from these demons I run
Blow my soul out and ascend to the sun
Don't feel like doing this anymore (This anymore)
Gun on my back, into the field, love is a war (Love is a war)
Hell would be nice as a home but they won't let me open the door (Open the door)
I just wanna drop acid and gaze at the floor (Gaze at the floor)
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor
Gaze at the floor