när musiken säger det på sitt sätt, ett bättre sätt.






She's lump, she's lump, she ain't got it
She's talking about regrets and I can't see them
Can't seem to follow through, what I had promised
I stumble upon regrets, me too, so instead.... 


I party with my pain
When you don't seem to come around
 With fluids in my brain
We seem to get along just fine
I party with my pain 


She's drunk, comes home in the morning
I wonder where she's been, and I can feel it's burning in my chest
 (No kiss), no smile for nothing I'm longing for the time when I turn off and.... 

Party with my pain
I got fluids in my brain
You don't seem to come around
Fuckin up with strangers in strange towns 


But you should know I never wanted to be in this ocean
Of not knowing what you will do
Hold it down, this foggy notion
Or take away all my skills 


I crumble in my pain
When you don't seem to come around 


A stamp, a letter, a mailbox, a hello and goodbye
Don't try to turn this into something good
There ain't no good about it
Do you dance under the stars? While I go out and.... 


Party with my pain
I got fluids in my brain
You don't seem to come around
Fucking up with strangers in strange towns 


You should know I never wanted to be in this ocean
Of not knowing what you will do
Hold it down, this foggy notion Or take away all my skills 

I party with my pain You don't seem to come around



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