Stateside piosenki

Cigarettes and coffee keep me From waking up in my own sweat Soothing numbness of a coma Without being close to death Hopelessness and empty bottles In a bed made with regret I’ll close my eyes but I won’t sleep Until your memory leaves my head...

I left myself in this place Oh, how I’ve been dreading these days Where I battle myself You’ve always made me feel this way I’m falling, not flying, you used me all up You always use the big world as an excuse I’ve been tearing things apart I need...