Текст песни 4AM - BRUNSWICK

4am surely he′s in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud
I'm still in your kitchen getting high
Cos I miss you
When I′m sober I can figure it out
4am surely he's in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud
I think I would kill myself for her
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
4am surely he's in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud
I′m still in your kitchen getting high
Cause I miss you
When I′m sober I can figure it out
Go slow with it,
You lost control with it
I think I would kill myself
If I stay with you
It won't be safe for you
I think I would kill myself
Eyes going back,
I try to relax,
She tells me I′m not alone
Yeah
In the back of a cab,
I'm starting to crash,
She tells me I′m not alone
When I'm faded, wasted
I think I would kill myself
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Helps us get past all of it again