Текст песни Couch Surfin - Jutes

We laugh, we cry
Get way too high
I'd rather be dead than not alive

Nails are dirty from scratching the surface
I'll try almost anything once
And I get in trouble
I flirt with death a little
I'd rather die young than go numb
(Rather die young than go numb)

I know drugs are bad
But I'm so fucking sad and alone, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's my calling?
Everyone's got a thing
I'm hanging by a string (I'm fine)

Sunshine through the curtains
On the couch, I'm surfing
Still looking for my purpose (Purpose, I)
Feel alive when I'm dying
I need what gets me the highest
I'ma die tryna find it (Find it, I)

We laugh, we cry
Get way too high
I'd rather be dead than not alive
We laugh, we cry
Get way too high
I'd rather be dead than not alive

AC's broken
I'm waking up in a pool of sweat
All my clothes smelling like cheap beer and cigarettes
Call me stupid, I'm careless, wounded, and depressed
But I can't be like them, no
No, I can't be like them

I know drugs are bad
But I'm so fucking sad and alone, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's my calling?
Everyone's got a thing
I'm hanging by a string (I'm fine)

Sunshine through the curtains
On the couch, I'm surfing
Still looking for my purpose (Purpose, I)
Feel alive when I'm dying
I need what gets me the highest
I'ma die tryna find it (Find it, I)

We laugh, we cry
Get way too high
I'd rather be dead than not alive
We laugh, we cry
Get way too high
I'd rather be dead than not alive

Ooh, ooh
I'd rather be dead than not alive
Ooh, ooh