Time bombs are ticking
There they go
And now the clocks been
Moving slow
And how you feel nobody knows
And how you take
Your fucking soul out
And crush it in your hands
And let it dissipate
And no-one understands
That sometimes we feel fake for
A glass and what we take more
And I've been sipping to much
Til I fall on my face much
And I know that I'm gone die
Someday when I don't try
And I know that'll fill me
With something that is happy
Or at least I hope
At least I hope
Least I
At least I hope
Least I
At least I hope
Least I
At least I hope
Least I
At least I hope
Least I
At least I hope
Least I
At least I
At least I
Least I...
Arno Kammermeier, Joseph Killington, Shaun Smith, Walter Merziger
Downtown Music Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music