A fancy failure is better then dreams in the drawer
In the corner of a one bedroom apartment
I can’t get hurt
Im sick of picking up damaged women at the end of the night.
I prefer the madness, the craziness, just not the fear, it’s killing me.
In the corner of a one bedroom apartment,
I can’t calm down
There's some air left for a last spin
And I cant see how I’m getting out of it
how I'm turning it into love
I prefer the madness, the craziness, just not the fear, its killing me
empty cups, cheap tears
I’m a king, in making a life
I came back from hunting, the blood stains disappear with the sunrise
and I can’t see how I’m getting out of it,
how I'm turning it into love
Terrible, how terrible it is
in the end you get used to everything