歌词
I push my body to the edge
Sometimes I leave my self for dead
And in between each piece of bread
I catch my breath
You point your nose away from me
Undress yourself where I can see
If you didn't catch me in my sleep
Just let me rest
You read pulp fiction by the book
Theatrics paired with pretty hooks
Now I've had every drug you could
Tried every one
And I don't feel the least bit warm
No thrilling fights without our clothes
I'm just a boy without his clothes
Out in the snow
Cold boy
What are you doing here
What are you doing here
You're gonna lose your soul