Kwan's Crappy Stuff

A Bullet With Your Name

It’s been 3 years and I still feel weird when your head pops up in my head

You hit me like a bus, like a truck, like a fucking paradox

I’ve done coke, blunts and fucked a dumb blonde, but nothing seems to work, not even when I try to jack off

You still haunt my dreams

I can’t even sleep, cuz my pillow smells like your tits

I know it’s dumb and stupid, when I can’t control my hands against white walls

I just wanna be cool and all, but the thing about me is self-destruction

Finally I’ve picked my poison, tonight I hold a gun and a bullet, with your name engraved on it

So as a last favor, please take me away from here…

Cuz there is nothing else to do but painting your problems away

Cuz there is nothing else to do but painting your problems away