歌词
Pretty, pretty please leave these
Cocaine clenched teeth in the city
I refuse to control you
But this is not the you that I'm used to
Consuming that which wishes to consume you
A shitty, shitty week conceives a weekend of debauchery
A weekend turns into a week and then into a routine
I refuse to control you
But this is not the you that I'm used to
Consuming that which wishes to consume you
I cut it close to feel alive
To feel something human, flinch inside
I breathe in deep and tense my thighs
This building's edge is mighty high
And еverything I know defines еverything I don't
Everything I know defines everything I don't