[00:00.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Johnson
[00:13.235] Am I dead? Well if I am, how come I am still a kid?
[00:19.486] Warm with piss, I shouted to sis, "can you make it better with a big kiss?"
[00:25.667] Maybe it was the start of this month that has me entirely too fxcked up
[00:31.781] Or maybe I'm just getting too old, trapped in the back with the rest of the world
[00:37.447]
[00:37.902] Maybe I'm just ancient
[00:43.894] To my old friends
[00:49.701] Or maybe I'm just making things up
[00:55.586] But I don't really think I could
[00:59.585]
[01:01.444] So I'll comb my hair, look at you stare, as I'm ripped apart by a mad bear
[01:07.963] I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming, so I guess I'm just waiting
[01:13.792] For someone to say that it's okay that you had to go away
[01:20.054] Cut in two, completely see through, losing control of what's me and you
[01:25.459]
[01:25.908] Just let me slip into the white nice room, that you painted me into
[01:37.221] I promise that I won't make any noise or make things worse than they have to
[01:47.876]
[01:49.265] Teach me how to not care about
[01:59.931] These tiny feelings that have me up at night for nothing
[02:09.921]
[02:13.248] Maybe I'm just ancient
[02:20.762] To all of my friends
[02:27.713] Or maybe I'm just making things up
[02:34.959] But I hope that I never could

作曲 : Benjamin Johnson
Am I dead? Well if I am, how come I am still a kid?
Warm with piss, I shouted to sis, "can you make it better with a big kiss?"
Maybe it was the start of this month that has me entirely too fxcked up
Or maybe I'm just getting too old, trapped in the back with the rest of the world
Maybe I'm just ancient
To my old friends
Or maybe I'm just making things up
But I don't really think I could
So I'll comb my hair, look at you stare, as I'm ripped apart by a mad bear
I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming, so I guess I'm just waiting
For someone to say that it's okay that you had to go away
Cut in two, completely see through, losing control of what's me and you
Just let me slip into the white nice room, that you painted me into
I promise that I won't make any noise or make things worse than they have to
Teach me how to not care about
These tiny feelings that have me up at night for nothing
Maybe I'm just ancient
To all of my friends
Or maybe I'm just making things up
But I hope that I never could