Teksty: Life Without a Jacket. Parks.

I wanna know just what you guys talk about when you're together.

I bet it's nothing more than small talk;
just passing time until the clothes come off
then it's back to staring blankly at the wall until it's round 2

And now we don't speak. Without me you are your own worst enemy.
You're a drunk now. Take another sip down.
So I can just kick back, and watch you drown rat.

You are gone and I'm glad because I know you're not the one for me.
You're not the one for me.
I hope I haunt your dreams.