Red on White
Picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
And it's safe to say
That this anxiety
Is the cause to all my problems
So I can't hang
So I can't hang, so I can't hang
Never learned to relax
Can't find a way to chill and sit back
Though I look calm my mind's a mess
My mind can't hang (no)
My mind can't hang, my mind can't hang
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
Well, holy shit I'm having another panic attack
Can feel my heart pounding against my chest
Wishing this head would give it a rest
So I could hang
But I can't hang, no I can't hang (GO!)
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
Drowning my thoughts out with shots and beer
God I wish I had some friends here
Convince me, otherwise this chaotic mind
Wish you'd come hang
Wish you'd come hang, wish you'd come hang
This room is spinning too fast for me
I'm feeling nauseous then I start hurling
Can't seem to hold any of this down
Cause I can't hang (oh no)
Cause I can't hang, no I can't hang (GO!)
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
And it's safe to say
That this anxiety
Is the cause to all my problems
So I can't hang
So I can't hang, so I can't hang
Never learned to relax
Can't find a way to chill and sit back
Though I look calm my mind's a mess
My mind can't hang (no)
My mind can't hang, my mind can't hang
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
Well, holy shit I'm having another panic attack
Can feel my heart pounding against my chest
Wishing this head would give it a rest
So I could hang
But I can't hang, no I can't hang (GO!)
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
Drowning my thoughts out with shots and beer
God I wish I had some friends here
Convince me, otherwise this chaotic mind
Wish you'd come hang
Wish you'd come hang, wish you'd come hang
This room is spinning too fast for me
I'm feeling nauseous then I start hurling
Can't seem to hold any of this down
Cause I can't hang (oh no)
Cause I can't hang, no I can't hang (GO!)
And I'm picking myself up
Off the bathroom floor
Been praying to the porcelain gods
For about the past hour
Red on white feeling awful sour
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Writer(s): Paul Bowers
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