Lyrics
Taking my innocence, just move on and believe you re free Poor, about the way that he now chooses to live his life
And nothing is right, and my life s becoming such a bore, everything is wrong
But i still get high, about the way that he now chooses to live his life
Nothing is real, i got no money for beer but i drink every night
i just want to make some sense
I feel all of this taking my innocence, what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
And i just wish that i could move on, i got no money for beer but i drink every night
Cause i feel this way every single day, and i just wish that i could move on, taking my innocence
what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
And i don t think that i could be feeling less, i think the ten-year-old me would be so surprised Bottom, i got no money for beer but i drink every night
And i m wondering if all of this is worth it, but i still get high Poor, the bottom of the bottle is the end of me
I got no money for beer but i drink every night, and i don t think that i could be feeling less, the bottom of the bottle is the end of me
I got no money for beer but i drink every night, so we stop and hit the packie, i think the ten-year-old me would be so surprised
I think the ten-year-old me would be so surprised, and i just wish that i could move on
I feel like it s all the same, so we stop and hit the packie
What s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit, what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit, the bottom of the bottle is the end of me
Ain t got no money for weed, just move on and believe you re free
and nothing is right
I got no money for beer but i drink every night, but i still get high
About the way that he now chooses to live his life, it don t make no sense Bottle, nothing is real
I feel all of this taking my innocence, i feel like it s all the same, just move on and believe you re free
roll some wacky-tobaccy
I feel like it s all the same, and my life s becoming such a bore, because right now i could just care less
the bottom of the bottle is the end of me
so we stop and hit the packie
about the way that he now chooses to live his life
The bottom of the bottle is the end of me, and i don t think that i could be feeling less
i can t change the way that i live
but i still get high
And nothing is right, i feel like it s all the same the, and nothing is right
I feel all of this taking my innocence, and i just wish that i could move on, ain t got no money for weed
Nothing is real, i m dulling my senses till i can t feel anything the, and i just wish that i could move on
Just move on and believe you re free, i m dulling my senses till i can t feel anything
everything is wrong
i find myself on your kitchen floor
just move on and believe you re free
so we stop and hit the packie
And nothing is right, what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
And i just wish that i could move on, it don t make no sense the, what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
I feel like it s all the same, so we stop and hit the packie Bottle, what s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
So we stop and hit the packie, i got no money for beer but i drink every night
so we stop and hit the packie