Hell Is Where I Dreamt of U and Woke Up Alone
My nose is burning
Too much cocaine
Got cut in Brooklyn
With gasoline backed up with cellophane
I'm in need of moderation
Nah, I need a fucking break
'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight
To spell your first and last name
I miss the ocean
And I know it's weird to say
I grew up and moved to LA
It's only thirty minutes
Four-oh-five to PCH
But half an hour feels forever and a fucking day
And it's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
What a wonderful tone
To bring you back home
My soul is burning
Need Jesus Christ
My mom's unhappy with all the choices I've been making with my life
I don't even fucking care though
I'm probably gonna die
Like everybody else
Is that such a fucking lie?
And I swear to God
If the alcohol and drugs don't kill me
I don't know what will
It's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
What a wonderful tone
To bring you back home
And it's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
And when friends hit my phone
All they want's a repost
Our Days are numbered
By nights and lines of cocaine
Now I'm wastin' my life wakin' up without you
When we die, gonna die in Brooklyn
Gonna die in Brooklyn, I'm gonna die in Brooklyn
Too much cocaine
Got cut in Brooklyn
With gasoline backed up with cellophane
I'm in need of moderation
Nah, I need a fucking break
'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight
To spell your first and last name
I miss the ocean
And I know it's weird to say
I grew up and moved to LA
It's only thirty minutes
Four-oh-five to PCH
But half an hour feels forever and a fucking day
And it's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
What a wonderful tone
To bring you back home
My soul is burning
Need Jesus Christ
My mom's unhappy with all the choices I've been making with my life
I don't even fucking care though
I'm probably gonna die
Like everybody else
Is that such a fucking lie?
And I swear to God
If the alcohol and drugs don't kill me
I don't know what will
It's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
What a wonderful tone
To bring you back home
And it's all because I dreamt of you
And woke up alone
And when friends hit my phone
All they want's a repost
Our Days are numbered
By nights and lines of cocaine
Now I'm wastin' my life wakin' up without you
When we die, gonna die in Brooklyn
Gonna die in Brooklyn, I'm gonna die in Brooklyn
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Writer(s): Matthew Tyler Musto
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