3 acessos
When we come around
I'll be punch drunk
I'll be throwing fists around
Like it's my job
I'll be bleeding from the nose
You're not surpassed my means
When you come around
I'll be up top
I'll be smoking cigarettes
And checking on the planes
That fly above earth
You're not as hopeless as you seem
You're not as hopeless as you believe
You're not as hopeless as you let on
You're not as hopeless as you're letting on