We're Alright
We're barely breathing but we drink it up lately
fell on the floor but somehow look amazing
Rooftops and side walks our docs are gracing
these streets were made for speeding keep us dreaming about tomorrow
This cigarette won't light itself
and I know you got three packs of matches
and you're the only boy who knows I need help
when I am alone and I'm hunting
for some pain or affection I don't know how to explain it
but I'm detecting depression and it's so hard to say it
Express it in scratches it drips on the sleeve of my jacket
I know you're worried but I wouldn't have it any other way
I'm feeling sane again but I can't stop craving
a what piece of bad night life getting wasted
a stolen pack of the blues a parking lot a party soon
Rolled up worn out but we're alright
We stopped reading the street signs
and I won't let you roll home when it's closing time
and you're reacting to my batting lashes holding hands in LA traffic
battle scars don't call me tragic
or let me go
and the sorrows old I just covered the tracks
a flick of a match a bottle for that
I've hated myself and she's hated me back
This ciggarete won't light itself
and I know you got three packs of matches
and you're the only boy who knows I need help
when I am alone and I'm hunting
for some pain or affection I don't know how to explain it
but I'm detecting depression and it's so hard
to say it
fell on the floor but somehow look amazing
Rooftops and side walks our docs are gracing
these streets were made for speeding keep us dreaming about tomorrow
This cigarette won't light itself
and I know you got three packs of matches
and you're the only boy who knows I need help
when I am alone and I'm hunting
for some pain or affection I don't know how to explain it
but I'm detecting depression and it's so hard to say it
Express it in scratches it drips on the sleeve of my jacket
I know you're worried but I wouldn't have it any other way
I'm feeling sane again but I can't stop craving
a what piece of bad night life getting wasted
a stolen pack of the blues a parking lot a party soon
Rolled up worn out but we're alright
We stopped reading the street signs
and I won't let you roll home when it's closing time
and you're reacting to my batting lashes holding hands in LA traffic
battle scars don't call me tragic
or let me go
and the sorrows old I just covered the tracks
a flick of a match a bottle for that
I've hated myself and she's hated me back
This ciggarete won't light itself
and I know you got three packs of matches
and you're the only boy who knows I need help
when I am alone and I'm hunting
for some pain or affection I don't know how to explain it
but I'm detecting depression and it's so hard
to say it
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Writer(s): Daisy
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