I write a lot. It's mostly lies I fall in love to pass the time I never fit. I never tried I need the struggle to feel alive
All I want are records on my stereo I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough I am dying to know what it's like
This sound is fucked, but I don't mind It's wrong enough to feel alright I think a lot, like all the time I get in trouble when things get quiet
All I want are records on my stereo I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough I am dying to know what it's like
