3 acessos
Broadway is blank like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summers
Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thankless
My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me like a tourniquet
These are my roaring 20's, I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, cause I wanna go home
Oscars and Emmy's and Grammy's
Everyone here is a trophy
And I'm sipping bourbon, the future uncertain
The past on the pavement below me
Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
So unaware of my status
Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid
Designer me up in straight jackets
Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
But it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
I don't know if I'll survive
Lighters up if you're feelin' me
Fade to black if you're not mine
Cause I just need a sign, or a signal inside