[ Featuring Quiet Slang ]
I write a lot, it's mostly lies
I fall in love to pass the time
I never fit, I never tried
I need the struggle to feel alive
All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my)
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul)
Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like
This sound is f*cked, but I don't mind
It's wrong enough to feel alright
I think a lot, like all the time
I get in trouble when things get quiet
All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my)
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul)
Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like
