19

The time passing is vile
I thought I'd stay 19 for a while
I was wrong
I'm stuck in the same old ways sometimes
I'm fucked up on the same old beer tonight

And when the clock strikes twelve
I’m all but sane
I’m like a passenger inside my brain
It twists and turns into an ugly thing
And I’m along for the ride
So I don’t say a thing out loud

It hides
Goes on and on and on and on
Angels cry
Goes on and on and on and on
Staring at the floor
(Staring at the floor)
No one's behind the door
(No one's behind the door)

In the meantime
I can lay out on the cold ground
And figure my shit out
Is this helping anyone еlse
But my own damn self?
(But my own damn self)

Walk with mе and get ready for the Molotov
Rock to sleep
Sing me something I can rip off
Talk gently
I’m a word away from apathy
Burrow in deep
Can you make me feel like family?

It hides
Goes on and on and on and on
Angels cry
Goes on and on and on and on
Staring at the floor
(Staring at the floor)
No one's behind the door
(No one's behind the door)

Walk with me and get ready for the Molotov
Rock to sleep
Sing me something I can rip off
Talk gently
I’m a word away from apathy
Burrow in deep
Can you make me feel like family?