doing all that shit so i would be clean at my late eighteen now twenty and feel i’m still here (here, here, here) three in the morning blue writing a letter to you dear mai, please stop what you do don’t give me nightmares but i was so sad and now i’m so lonely had so many dreams before i knew love (drugs) and now i don’t know me now you don’t know me i see the pain turn bubbles (bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles) thinking bout that night found i could be high (so high) wondering where i went when i discovered them life wouldn’t be better (is never better) eternal life without it until i tied myself to them (to it) now i’m stuck inside the habit of never letting you stay again and try to renew myself but i was so sad and now i’m so lonely had so many dreams before i knew love (drugs) and now i don’t know me now you don’t know me i see the pain turn bubbles (bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles) every time i try to leave (to leave) something pulls me back to it same new mind, same old feeling same old ties, brand new feeling just a different kind of starve (it’s never different) maybe i’ll be twenty one and have a better start finally have a better chance finally a life (for once) but i was so sad (i’m still so sad) and now i’m so lonely (lonely, lonely) had so many dreams before i knew love (drugs) and now i don’t know me i see the pain turn bubbles (bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles)
