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Five days. I'm tired, I'll medicate with thoughts.
I lost hope in words that they say.
Believe me, it's hard for me to find the way
back home to my mind and complacency.
I've got a laundry list of offenses.
Just my empty pockets and no traces
of rationality. My personality
has drained to slurred speech and lack of chases.
Unlike my night, I'm fucking wasted.
Well I don't need a doctor, I just need my headphones so
I'll put myself together, find my way home.
And I don't need your pills, and I don't need some sleep.
All I need is my friends, a cigarette, and a drink.
Lights out. I'm passed out on concrete.
I wake up and drink down as the city falls asleep.
I know I'm where I need to be -
far gone with my mind, no complacency.
I'm losing common sense with my senses,
but I don't need them now. They have their cases
of making changes and of acting ages, but
where's the fun in that cause we're all shameless?
Just like their nights, we're fucking wasted.
Well I don't need a doctor, I just need my headphones so
I'll put myself together, find my way home.
And I don't need your pills, and I don't need some sleep.
All I need is my friends, a cigarette, and a drink.
Well I don't need a doctor, I just need my headphones so
I'll put myself together, find my way home.
And I don't need your pills, and I don't need some sleep.
All I need is my friends, a cigarette, and a drink.
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