It always gets worse. Do I deserve To drag my thoughts right through the dirt? Everything that makes me work is out the door And if you ever want to come back for more I'll do it
Yeah, I'll do it again Yeah, I'll do it Yeah, I'll do it again
But I only do it worse, do I deserve To drag my thoughts, drag my thoughts through the dirt? Everything that makes me work is out the door And if you ever want to come back for more I'll do it
I'll do it again Yeah, I'll do it Yeah, I'll do it again I'll do it again I'll do it again I'll do it again Yeah, I'll do it
I was trying to connect Dying to get through Communication gets harder Now it's time somebody gets high on you
