Nick Stutsman - hospital | Текст песни

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• Nick Stutsman
• hospital

You, me, and all our friends. Pot smoke and cigarettes.
Your hand fits right in mine.
Your brother's drunk and swearing to God, "Tonight we are all gonna die."

Well, that's fine by me as long as I get to lie next to you.

Airplanes and filthy skies, all my friends are getting high.
But I'm the only one surrounded by white walls.
This hospital bed will be the death of me.
Tonight we are all gonna die.

Well, that's fine by me as long as I get to lie next to you.