Lyrics

Should I stay? Should I go? Should I run far away To the point where I can't even see the universe? I know I'm killing time, and baby, that's not fine I'll pack it in, pack it in, never smoke anything Never eat anything that will compromise my health And, baby, that means you too, that means you It's impossible to pinpoint, you were like a fat joint I cannot remember you back in November Never gonna allocate all of this dark hate Stuck in the middle, middle of it Give it up, give it up, give it up for lent Take a break, pack it in, take it out to the bin Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna even know Why you haven't even sold our band of gold Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? Whoa Slip up, faux pas, yet another mistake When we blunder, all I see is another thunderstorm Brewing above the house of anarchy we share When we have a visitor, they are visibly disturbed They don't wanna hang around in the company of you and I And I don't blame them one iota, no, I don't It's impossible to pinpoint, you were like a fat joint I cannot remember you back in December Never gonna dissipate all of this black hate Stuck in the middle, in the middle of it all Give it up, give it up, give it up for lent Take a break, pack it in, take it out to the bin Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna even know Why you haven't even sold our band of gold Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna be your personal assistant You'll meet my resistance every day, oh What's it gonna take to make it Crystal clear to you, we are through? I'm angrily surprised at you I don't wanna, I don't wanna be like this Back then, yes, maybe, now it's crazy We're no good for one another, no, no, no I don't wanna, I don't wanna act like this You know I wanna be free I want to be free, I want to be free Give it up, give it up, give it up for lent Take a break, pack it in, take it out to the bin Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? Oh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna even know Why you haven't even sold our band of gold Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit Wasn't it not worth it? Whoa
Writer(s): David Arthur Roman, Danton Paul Supple, Barnaby John Calman, Simon William Neilson, Jody Russell Gadsden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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