Album: Taranto
Dust in my house is piling up Spiders on my bed, i can’t sleep
I’m talking to bottles about love and hate
Making bottle talk
Down in your club, spending my dimes
What a steal sucking down, my friend on tap
I was looking for friendship
But all i got is a headache
Drunk in your club? could’ve seen it coming
I wasn’t looking for trouble but for a friend
You let me in To feed my soul
But now it’s time
You kick me out
You’re just living
On people’s pain
It only numbs
The pain remains
Banned from your club
But i’m feeling so free
There’s no solution
In your house now i see