Tekster: Bodyjar. Plastic Skies. So Negative.

When there's nothing left inside
You know
And I don't feel anything

I put it on and turn it up
And it feels right
And I can deal with anything

Can you repeat it?
And I won't feel so negative

What is the chance of it?
When you feel so unwelcome
And sold out
What is the chance of it?
When you've been lying to me
And I found out
What is the chance of it...?

Put it on when things are rough
How many times
Can I repeat everything?

Cue it up and then decide
It's all
Want you to hear everything

This is the last time: I've said it