Drink Alone and Die
A little black, a little blue, a bit of sadness pulls me through
A bit of sun, a bit of shade and all our sweet songs fade away
A little time inside your head, it left me wishing I was dead
Your shotgun eyes will always leave me wanting more
She reminds of The Smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you'll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face was made for magazines, her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tonnes of chemistry
A little blue, a little red, I'm rocket ships inside my head
Spent seven weeks there chasing that and now I'm back to being like
You weren't my type I'm just craving the ecstasy
I'm not that kind when I run out of dopamine
How do they call when you miss being sad and just want to be alone
She reminds of The Smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you'll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face was made for magazines, her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tonnes of chemistry
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
A bit of sun, a bit of shade and all our sweet songs fade away
A little time inside your head, it left me wishing I was dead
Your shotgun eyes will always leave me wanting more
She reminds of The Smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you'll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face was made for magazines, her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tonnes of chemistry
A little blue, a little red, I'm rocket ships inside my head
Spent seven weeks there chasing that and now I'm back to being like
You weren't my type I'm just craving the ecstasy
I'm not that kind when I run out of dopamine
How do they call when you miss being sad and just want to be alone
She reminds of The Smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you'll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face was made for magazines, her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tonnes of chemistry
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
And it wasn't to waste your time
And it wasn't to waste your smile
I feel the pain, you know
Distill your thoughts and drink alone and die
Credits
Writer(s): Mahen Vermeulen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.