Easy going lies
The hundred millionth time
I've got my shit together believe me
Dull fluorescent lights
Every thursday night
There's things I need so wait for me outside
And I feel ashamed
I wonder all the time
Who'll take care of my things after I die?
Sometimes I wish that things won't be the way that we're used to
I wonder how it feels to be afraid and alone
Sometimes I wish that things won't be the way that we're used to
I wonder how it feels to be afraid and alone
Don't you?