Start a fight to kill the cancer and blues
we feel depression in our minds so hit the bottle of booze
ok no, you're the type of girl. im the type of guy

always waking up and feeling angry at the sky
gotta blame ourselves, got the drugs to help
doesn't matter what they say because we're numb as hell

man we're so high, like a thriller ride
gonna twister up a blunt to ditch the codeine high
god we miss that place and how we liked to sniff her face

choppin up a line you know the Molly girl we knew her taste
Miss the back seats and I miss them lean sweets
and I knew a pretty girl that let me rail em off her breast

always in a dress I trade her magic for the chest
digging through her thighs shes screaming randy go find the prize
in the front seat Im always blowing mad weed

in the back seat you could find my bad dreams
-(possible hook)-
He sits alone with his knife

shes cries in-to the mirrors right
they dream about the normal
what if they met up sober

He fights the tears with each beat
shes chugs the fears with each drink
what if our minds were normal

would we be ever sober
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he talks through the ink of his pen

its always groundhogs day hit the gym and the weed, uh
see the pretty girls. see the pretty guys.
overlooking cause im super crazy in their eyes

ditch the foam cup and bless your lungs right through a blunt
dont complain to me because IM smelling like a skunk
hate your coffee breath, hate the cigarettes

never down to take your drugs I got the herbal best
screaming at the phone we leave a message with a tone
"you're never there for me" but baby you could feel it through the moan,

shes a bad queen a lannister without a king
im the north king who lost his life in front of me
visit mad dreams I walk alone to think and weep

it doesnt really what you said because of last week
In a nightmare its me and her just sitting there
in a day dream Im kissing her without a care


He sits alone with his knife
shes cries in-to the mirrors right

they dream about the normal
what if they met up sober
He fights the tears with each beat

shes chugs the fears with each drink
what if our minds were normal
would we be ever sober