can someone please jog my memory?
i'm not sure if it's the beer talking or just me
but i'm 23 and still a-fucking-lone
and i'm paranoid of talking on the phone
all my best friends are obsessed with
marble hornets and porn star tits
they've got one thing in common
they're fake as fucking shit
and i'm over it
i promised myself i wouldnt sing
about that girl that fucked me then left
but i find it funny how i always end up letting myself down
but it's reassurance that i'm still human
all my best friends are obsessed with
smoking weed and getting pussy
so i'm always sitting by myself
why do i put up with this shit?
well i'm over it
roses are red
violets are blue
my only regret
was loving you
all my best friends are fucking gone
or three states away
so i'm always writing songs about being alone
but i'm over it
no, i'm not
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