Tekster: Grinspoon. New Detention. Gone Tomorrow.

If you can't expect to take some blame
You should fuckin' know you ain't that perfect
Sorry that it had to end this way
Now I guess you're looking for an answer

If we're not gone tomorrow
This might end up in sorrow
Those dreams had passed you long ago
Those dreams had lost you long ago

Could've just moved into my place
But you wanted me to sell the sucker
This is not the way it's meant to rage
You could've found another reject
(Yeah, who cares, cares?)

If we're not gone tomorrow
This might end up in sorrow
Those dreams had passed you long ago
Those dreams had lost you long ago

If we're not gone tomorrow
This might end up in sorrow
Those dreams had passed you long ago
Those dreams had lost you long ago