Текст песни Snoqualmie - McCafferty

Snoqualmie

Addicted to meth in the fall
Your brother OD’d when we went to the mall
Counting my teeth as they fall
You were spelling my name from my molars and canines
I’ve got an addiction to this
A fish on the hook who can’t get off of it
Take a hit
See my mom when I trip
She said «If I die, I die, I die, I die»
I see needles in arms
Fire in bones
You know I
Still see you in my room
When I close my eyes
See needles in arms
Fire in bones
And you know I
Still see you in my room when I close my eyes
So you cut yourself
And your parents saw
Then you ran away
Trade your soul for a soul
Sell your body off
For a pill or two
Come on baby
Come on baby
Lets go get high in my room
Now you’re moving in
Where the devil lives
He’s a charming man
But there is evil in him
Never on his good side
Always on his bad side
Wish he wouldn’t hurt you
Wish you could reverse time
I see needles in arms
Fire in bones
You know I
Still see you in my room
When I close my eyes
See needles in arms
Fire in bones
And you know I
Still see you in my room when I close my eyes
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You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything
You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything
You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything
You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything
You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything
You’re not a bad dad
Just a lost one
You got consumed by depression like your own son
Insecure, are the things in your brain
Never follow through on anything