Now I pick up my phone
Now, never back home
Now I'm blaming someone
Someone is calling my phone
Now, having no time
Now I'm wasting my time
Now I'm losing myself
Trying to write another line
You look at me with disgust
She starts to cry to me
This is good enough
Write some song
Call him of perma fuck!
No, I'm not alone
You would have a love with a broken boy
You would have love with a ghost
And I know I found someone to love
But I think I'm dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying

Now I pick up my phone
Now, never back home
Now I'm blaming someone
Someone is calling my phone
Now, having no time
Now I'm wasting my time
Now I'm losing myself
Trying to write another line
You look at me with disgust
She starts to cry to me
This is good enough
Write some song
Call him of perma fuck!
No, I'm not alone
You would have a love with a broken boy
You would have love with a ghost
And I know I found someone to love
But I think I'm dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying
I think that I dying