Текст песни Sugar Pill - Vundabar

The curtains on my side, it blocks the rain pressure
I'm drowning on my pride, my soul's tied like a lasso
I could catch something good, best gotta hurry not to get there
Beauty, horror, eaten alive, chaser, trying to get out alive

Sick, sick, dumb, bad margaritas
Take this time and get it out of my head
My hand dying to reach you
Take this time and get it out of my head, head
Get it out of my head, head
My baby, my baby

Tried to stick through the storm with me
But things got tricky
Realized the storm was in me
I kept missing lonely with me

Off season, here's our town
Driftwood drifting and synthetic
Wash up but stranger still
Sugar turned to bitter pill

Sick, sick, dumb, dying to reach you
Take this tonic, get it out of my head
Running, dying to meet you
Take this time and get it out of my head, head
Get it out of my head, head
Get it out of my head...

My baby, my baby