Besedila: Off With Their Heads. From The Bottom. Self Checkout.

Sick of going out of my mind every time I sing,
Somebody that looks like you, it's killing me.
Because I think you're there for me,
But when I realize you're not it's back to this place,
So please, take note I'm going crazy.

Did you get a chance to read the letter I sent to you?
Or did you throw it away 'cause of everything I put you through,
I guess I understand, just realize I'm looking for help from a friend,
And you, you're the only one I can trust.
I want to tell you all about all the times (something)
I want to tell you about the times I fucked up and went to bed on my back.
I wish I could find a pick me up,
I know it's too much to ask for
So I sit up and light up a cigarette.
And tell myself over and over again.

It was all just a dream,
And it's time to come clean,
And it's time to move on,
No matter how hard it seems.