paroles de chanson Bicycle Rackz - DavidCrypt

Oh for it to be, 2014
With the taste of chlorine still lingering
Watching Spongebob on a grey box TV
Drinking a warm Sunny D

Yeauh
Bicycle racks, my tires hitting on the wooden tracks
I mind, that know I can't make up for things that I left
It's all dream, the air is thicker and there's bugs on the leaves
Nowadays it's all nothing

I'm falling short, I hope that I can come back next week
Until then, I'm still dreaming in the morning
Dry skin, you seem to hate everything
You remind me of the idiot I used to be

Rest assured, my fingers always stay crossed
I double dare you to be nice to the kid that's not
My eyes hurt, and my stomach tied up in knots
Coiled in my bed, til you wake me up

Gameboy with the face plate painted,
September fest, I snuck past the height limit
Tucked myself in the seat, I really grasped it
But I fell out the mere second it started

Nevermind, my view is now obstructed
Substance, a roundabout of heroin
Destroys you, and grabs you, yea it takes you with
Such a loss, if there's a God, I hope he lets you in

Bicycle racks, my tires hitting on the wooden tracks
I mind, that know I can't make up for things that I left
It's all dream, the air is thicker and there's bugs on the leaves
Nowadays it's all nothing

I'm falling short, I hope that I can come back next week
Until then, I'm still dreaming in the morning
Dry skin, you seem to hate everything
You remind me of the idiot I used to be