old friend, stick around, we're having some fun
write down, coming off the 101
last night i couldn't sleep i feel off my bed

straight into a coma, now my mind isn't fed

oh somebody might wanna cross their fingers

old lies never die; they're stabbing me twice
call me late tomorrow, 'cause i'm out of advice
your words are like a bomb, and now you're striking the match
no one lives forever, just remember that

oh somebody might wanna cross their fingers

Comments