Please, just last another year, I need this
Please, I need a constant, you're the ticket
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing"¦
Please, don't think of what we lost, it hurts you
Please, look at yourself, embarrassingly so
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing"¦
All the constant traffic
Couldn't change my mind
When I say that I am fine
Buoys off of Biscayne
Are like cells in blood
Maybe too much plasm[a]
Taking advantage of me
You've made of stories
Of things we've been through
Oh, there was no script
The best part of me was never you
All the constant traffic
Couldn't change my mind
When I say that I am fine
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing is gonna kill you
This thing...