I miss my best friend
All I think about is the moments spent
Getting wasted at my parent's house
And just figuring our lives out
I only want to be loved
And feel like it is good enough
Right now I am just so stuck
Cause the bastards who haunt me
Are sick as fuck (and you)
(Chorus) Say that I complain too damn much.
I'm a crybaby
Sorry I complain so damn much
I'm a crybaby
Welcome to the world
Of mediocrity
I am your host and your chauffeur
While we drive together
We can talk about our records
And remind each other of the shitty world
All I want is a little violence
All I need is a little air
I like to breathe inside your silence
All I need is to prepare
For the ever looming danger
That keeps my organs awake
Have you taken a look at yourself lately
You look drunk for goodness sake
All it takes is some karma sutra
"You should smoke a little weed"
You should try so hard to drown your feelings
With beer that you don't need
It will take more than an hour
It may take all fucking year
I've got needles in this haystack
That I've found when I was here.
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