Coz I don't wanna be like this, I've been running these streets for too long now... The further I go I wanna go home.
I fucking swear that I care, but it's hard when you stare,
into the bottom of the bottle, that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul, in my desolate home
it's my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone
I can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off...
Am I alive or dead?