歌词
this stone wont become a heart
it's just a muscle, it's just blood to a shark
such fine things will replace my woes
wine and dining til the taste gets old
and as i sit on my own
in my favourite restaurant i will remember
if i was sittin' here with you explaining things that i do
i'd feel no better
all i need is a place to crash
i've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back
all i need is a place to fall
just to let me down easy when it's not my fault
instead i'll go up the street on my own
instead i'll go to the pub on my own
eyes roll back, i pass out
shitby, go home
she's wearing lipstick, i just get impulses
give me guilt trips, just take me home