DAISY WORLD - We're Alright
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{Intro}
Were barely breathing but we drink it up lately
Fell on the floor but somehow look amazing
Roof tops 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 3 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 its 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 piece of bad night life getting wasted
A stolen pack of the blues
A parking lot a party soon
Rolled up worn out
But were 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 cigarette won’t light itself
And I know you got 3 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 its so hard to say it
{Intro}
Were barely breathing but we drink it up lately
Fell on the floor but somehow look amazing
Roof tops 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 3 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 its 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 piece of bad night life getting wasted
A stolen pack of the blues
A parking lot a party soon
Rolled up worn out
But were 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 cigarette won’t light itself
And I know you got 3 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 its so hard to say it